Nothing is inherently tasty or repulsive - it depends on your needs. Deliciousness is simply an index of usefulness.

What we find is that our brains have colossal things happening in them all the time.

Every atom in your body is the same quark in different places at the same moment in time.

Instead of reality being passively recorded by the brain, it is actively constructed by it.

As an undergraduate I majored in British and American literature at Rice University.

The first lesson about trusting your senses is: don't. Just because you believe something to be true, just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it is true.

It turns out your conscious mind - the part you think of as you - is really the smallest part of what’s happening in your brain, and usually the last one in line to find out any information.

There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.

You are more likely to believe that a statement is true if you have heard it before - whether or not it is actually true.

Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame.

To make pleasures pleasant shorten them.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

Common morality now treats childbearing as an aberration. There are practically no good reasons left for exercising one's fertility.

Every person, genius or moron, has a right to reproduce himself.

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

I choose to think of tv audience as nameless, formless, faceless people who are all like me. And anything that I write, if I like it, they'll like it.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you