One of the things that got me transitioning from physical science to brain science was asking, Why do we understand so much about the universe?

The world is your playground - play with a sense of destiny.

If you give somebody a lot of questions to answer and then they walk by a bowl of candy, they are more likely to grab the candy because they're tired out from answering questions and can't resist.

These disorders - schizophrenia, Alzheimer's, depression, addiction - they not only steal our time to live, they change who we are.

It's not even known how many kinds of cells there are in the brain. If you were looking for a periodic table of the brain, there is no such thing. I really like to think of the brain as a computer.

It's surprising that the world is understandable to the extent that it is.

Work backward from your goal.

Many of the projects that we do that appear quite successful, it's actually often the second or third time we've given it a try.

Maybe we'll understand more about how the universe came to be, and what forces drove it in the early days and which forces drive it now.

Remember, when we're conscious of something, that state is quite often generated by unconscious processes that happen right before it.

If we succeed, it makes no sense to keep it only for ourselves.

Error sometimes supplies the surprise that makes life interesting.

No one wanted me to be a conscientious objector. My parents certainly didn't want it. My teacher and mentor, Joe Brearley, didn't want it. My friends didn't want it. I was alone.

I know Donald Trump. I know him very well. And I think his attitude, his support for Israel is clear.

The most dangerous ideas in a society are not the ones being argued, but the ones that are assumed.

Courage is nothing more than taking one step more than you think you can.

Novel writing should never be confused with journalism. Unfortunately, in the case of Primary Colors, a fair number of journalists confused.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

If you don't co-operate you're gonna suffer from fistophobia.

People know about the Klan and the overt racism, but the killing of one's soul little by little, day after day, is a lot worse than someone coming in your house and lynching you.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.