All intelligent problem solvers are subject to the same ultimate constraints - limitations on space, time, and materials.

What is intelligence, anyway It is only a word that people use to name those unknown processes with which our brains solve problems we call hard. But whenever you learn a skill yourself, you're less impressed or mystified when other people do the same. This is why the meaning of 'intelligence' seems so elusive: It describes not some definite thing but only the momentary horizon of our ignorance about how minds might work.

The secret of what anything means to us depends on how we've connected it to all the other things we know. That's why it's almost always wrong to seek the "real meaning" of anything. A thing with just one meaning has scarcely any meaning at all.

General fiction is pretty much about ways that people get into problems and screw their lives up. Science fiction is about everything else.

The brain happens to be a meat machine.

Everything is similar if you're willing to look far out of focus.

Listening to music engages the previously acquired personal knowledge of the listener.