To me, body and mind are different aspects of specific biological processes.

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.

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

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.

Think it a vile habit to alter works of good composers, to omit parts of them, or to insert new-fashioned ornaments. This is the greatest insult you can offer to Art.

Meditation is a totally nonviolent, nonaggressive occupation.

For IT, information management is fundamental, and innovation management is value-added.

I kept hiding my smile in pictures throughout middle school and most of high school until picture day came my senior year.

Believe one who has tried, you shall find a fuller satisfaction in the woods than in the books. The trees and the rocks will teach you that which you cannot hear from the masters.

I liked being able to work with all the different producers and take what they brought to the table and bring my own style to it.

Can you measure it? Can you express it in figures? Can you make a model of it? If not, your theory is apt to be based more upon imagination than upon knowledge.

If I had to last 20 years, I would probably be batting in a wheelchair.

When I was in school the teachers told me practice makes perfect; then they told me nobody’s perfect so I stopped practicing.

The lust for power, for dominating others, inflames the heart more than any other passion.