The conclusion is straightforward : self-control requires attention and effort.

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.

It takes more effort to avoid the truth than it does to face it.

There are three paradoxes of the Christian life: You must give in order to receive, you must let go in order to possess, and you must die in order to live.

Knowledge without implementation is but mere information. True knowledge transcends the barrier of the mind and bears fruit within action

It is hard to explain just how a single sight of a tangible object with measurable dimensions could so shake and change a man

Although not of the quality of my later work, I feel there is some quality to it [my early work] in an art sense, and probably some additional quality in a biographical sense.

There were two dawns that morning. One the orderly sunrise of God, followed by man's fireball at the base of that rocket.

Optimism, when applied to your life, develops strength and peace within you.

I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

A man is a man, on a throne or in a pigsty.

I really look forward to knowing that something is always possible.