Thinking doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe.

The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they didn't use them for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies and the women, if they were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get. So, in the interest of survival they trained themselves to be agreeing machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking and then they thought it too.

I have no culture, no humane harmony in my brains. I can't live without a culture anymore.

There is one other book, that can teach you everything you need to know about life... it's The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, but that's not enough anymore.

It is always pitiful when any human being falls into a condition hardly more respectable than that of an animal. How much more pitiful it is when the person who falls has had all the advantages!

That’s the secret of artistic unity. Anybody can achieve it, if he or she will make something with only one person in mind.

Literature is the only art in which the audience performs the score.