If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

I am the bridge between the bleeding edge and the dead center. I stand between the Wizard of Oz and the man behind the curtain. I am the curtain.

Science is so powerful that it drags us kicking and screaming towards the truth despite our best efforts to avoid it.

If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.

This is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: You hurt it, you keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams.

Are you kidding? That's the music of the spheres, commissar. It's beautiful. Like old jazz.