There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

It's essential to tailor rehab to what impassions someone. The brain gradually learns by riveting its attention-through endless repetitions.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

Choice is a signature of our species.

Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?

I believe consciousness is brazenly physical, a raucous mirage the brain creates to help us survive.

If a mind is just a few pounds of blood, urea, and electricity, how does it manage to contemplate itself, worry about its soul, do time-and-motion studies, admire the shy hooves of a goat, know that it will die, enjoy all the grand and lesser mayhems of the heart ?