People talk of the new economy and of reinventing themselves in the workplace, and in that sense most of us are less secure.

The confidence people have in their beliefs is not a measure of the quality of evidence but of the coherence of the story the mind has managed to construct.

We can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.

This is the essence of intuitive heuristics: when faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.

The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

By their very nature, heuristic shortcuts will produce biases, and that is true for both humans and artificial intelligence, but the heuristics of AI are not necessarily the human ones.

The illusion that we understand the past fosters overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.

We're generally overconfident in our opinions and our impressions and judgments.

Begin the journey. The whole world is waiting to help you.

You have to make sacrifices for the things you believe in. If you don’t, what’s the point in believing in anything?

When I came back to Washington to be The Times' chief congressional correspondent in 1991, I was looking for a book subject, and Ted Kennedy stood out for two reasons.

I don't want people to judge books by their cover, I want people to be open minded to the rest of the world.

Crisis doesn't create character; it reveals it.

The photographs don't arouse me. All I can think about is the hard work it took to make them.

Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.

It was between the ages of 14 and 20 and I started off not eating at all, maybe an apple a day.

This alone is to be feared - the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of the spirit. The death of the body is to that, I think, a little thing.