The content of a thought depends on its external relations; on the way that the thought is related to the world, not on the way that it is related to other thoughts.

I hate relativism. I hate relativism more than I hate anything else, excepting, maybe, fiberglass powerboats. Surely, surely, no one but a relativist would drive a fiberglass powerboat.

Self-pity can make one weep, as can onions.

I rather doubt that life has a meaning. If I thought perhaps it did, and I wanted to find out what its meaning is, I don't imagine I'd ask someone whose credentials consist of a PhD in philosophy.

If, in short, there is a community of computers living in my head, there had also better be somebody who is in charge; and, by God, it had better be me.

Philosophers who pay for their semantics by drawing checks on Darwin are in debt way over their heads.

On my bad days, I sometimes wonder what philosophers are for.

No doubt, intuitions deserve respect. ...[but] I think that it is always up for grabs what an intuition is an intuition of. At a minimum, it is surely sometimes up for grabs.

Methodological individualism is the doctrine that psychological states are individuated with respect to their causal powers.

Who wins a... competition [between two traits] is massively context sensitive.

The data that can bear on the confirmation of perceptual hypotheses includes, in the general case, considerably less than the organism may know.

You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.

Deep down we all know that freedom is a choice, yet so many of us don’t feel that truth.

I think my mission is to be in business so I can create a positive impact that will uplift the others around me. (p. 78)

We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give.

I declareThat later on, Even in an age unlike our own, Someone will remember who we are.

I think the characters are supposed to be an open book, blank canvas.

I grew up in poverty. For 25 years I was fed on aid.

Academics were not a challenge when I was fifteen in college. The challenge was figuring out how to fit in socially.

There's nothing humane about the flesh of animals who have had one or two or even three improvements made in their singularly rotten lives on today's factory farms.

My biggest influences are strong, creative women that chart their own path, lead their own lives and drive the course of history.