All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.
David EaglemanLove was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.
David EaglemanThe three-pound organ in your skull - with its pink consistency of Jell-o - is an alien kind of computational material. It is composed of miniaturized, self-configuring parts, and it vastly outstrips anything we've dreamt of building.
David Eagleman