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.

Life is an adventure - Savor every instant!

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

I like the dance between sustained focus and digression that the long poem invites. A controlling metaphor helps to sustain the long poem.

I'm the last of the truly tacky women. I do trash with flash and sleaze with ease.

I have no idea why people want to watch puppets be the slightly meaner version of the weirdo holding them. It's beyond my comprehension.

Who cannot but see oftentimes how strange the threads of our destiny run? Oft it is only for a moment the favorable instant is presented. We miss it, and months and years are lost.

Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed; Once I went back when a good monarch prayed; Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow will return no more.

Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.

I am sure that inspiration will strike multiple times - it always does.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.