There is no such thing as a disembodied mind. The mind is implanted in the brain, and the brain is implanted in the body.

We are not thinking machines that feel; rather, we are feeling machines that think.

More may have been learned about the brain and the mind in the 1990s - the so-called decade of the brain - than during the entire previous history of psychology and neuroscience.

A conscious mind is a mind with a self in it.

I continue to be fascinated by the fact that feelings are not just the shady side of reason but that they help us to reach decisions as well.

Emotions are enmeshed in the neural networks of reason.

The self is a perpetually recreated neurobiological state.

Consciousness begins when brains acquire the power, the simple power I must add, of telling a story.

The problem that we, as living organisms, face - and not we only, humans, but any living organism faces - is the management of life.

Rather than being a luxury, emotions are a very intelligent way of driving an organism toward certain outcomes.

A mind is so closely shaped by the body and destined to serve it that only one mind could possibly arise in it. No body, never mind.

My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.

When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.

The ones who want to achieve and win championships motivate themselves.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots the other wings.

The future should be exciting, you know? It shouldn't be a nerve-wracking experience.

Nobody gives a crap about hockey down here - nobody. I coach kids' hockey down here and you can start to see the disinterest in the game here with the kids

The pace of this match is really accelerating, by which I mean it's getting faster all the time.

I was born 10 years old.

You can tell by the applause: There's perfunctory applause, there's light applause, and then there's real applause. When it's right, applause sounds like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.

I never quite understand the way society decides who is beautiful and who is not. But an open face and a capacity for kindness always feel like reliable signifiers to me.