What we find is that our brains have colossal things happening in them all the time.

Every atom in your body is the same quark in different places at the same moment in time.

Instead of reality being passively recorded by the brain, it is actively constructed by it.

As an undergraduate I majored in British and American literature at Rice University.

The first lesson about trusting your senses is: don't. Just because you believe something to be true, just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it is true.

It turns out your conscious mind - the part you think of as you - is really the smallest part of what’s happening in your brain, and usually the last one in line to find out any information.

There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.

You are more likely to believe that a statement is true if you have heard it before - whether or not it is actually true.

Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

Your brain is built of cells called neurons and glia - hundreds of billions of them. Each one of these cells is as complicated as a city.

Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.

A letter to the beloved is like the ink kissing the paper. (Une lettre à l'aimée, c'est - L'encre embrassant le papier)

I learnt to stop fantasising about the perfect job or the perfect relationship because that can actually be an excuse for not living.

Freedom is like taking a bath: You got to keep doing it every day.

Music is such a powerful fundraising tool and it's so easy for me to share that and it's such a light.

Just because a man glances up at the sky at night does not make him an astronomer, you know.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

My love's manners in bed are not to be discussed by me

The worst professional advice I've received. "If you were the last person on earth, I would never choose you to be a movie star."

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.