When people think of the outcomes of their decisions, they think much more short term than that. They think in terms of gains and losses.

The confidence people have in their beliefs is not a measure of the quality of evidence but of the coherence of the story the mind has managed to construct.

We can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.

This is the essence of intuitive heuristics: when faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.

The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

By their very nature, heuristic shortcuts will produce biases, and that is true for both humans and artificial intelligence, but the heuristics of AI are not necessarily the human ones.

The illusion that we understand the past fosters overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.

We're generally overconfident in our opinions and our impressions and judgments.

...it seemed marriage by its very design was meant to seek out love and destroy it.

There is no longer waiting for anyone, but for death.

Your attitudes are slowly shaping you at all times and calling your deepest truths to the surface of your reality.

We must go to the laboratory at once. I have some cannabis.

People and things do not upset us. Rather, we upset ourselves by believing that they can upset us.

...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.

Progress! Progress through everybody dying and their kids eventually not caring who their parents hated!

Pacifists become militants. Freedom fighters become tyrants. Blessings become curses. Help becomes hindrance. More becomes less.

Well, I used to look like this when I was young and now I still do.