What human beings consciously wish is often quite at variance with the results their reflex patterns automatically create for them.

We seem to inhabit a universe made up of a small number of elements-particles-bits that swirl in chaotic clouds, occasionally clustering together in geometrically logical temporary configurations.

The brain is the key, the brain is the source, the brain is God. Everything that humans do is neuroecology.

My historical reading of the situation is that these great monolithic empires developed, Rome, Turkey, and so forth, and they always break down when enough people, and it's always the young, the creative, and minority groups drop out and go back to a tribal form.

My favorite three words in the English language are: ’I don’t know’, because every time I say them, I learn something new.

We are dealing with the best-educated generation in history. But they've got a brain dressed up with nowhere to go.

I have always considered myself, when I learned what the word meant, I've always considered myself a Pagan.