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

But when the flash flood crosses your path, when the lion leaps at you from the grasses, advanced self-awareness is an unaffordable indulgence. The brain stem does its best.

Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.

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

Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.

But pattern-matching doesn't equal comprehension.

It’s not in the nature of the lamb to mourn the lion.