The minute you succumb to outside pressure, you cease to be creative.

Even though its common knowledge these days, it never ceases to amaze me that all the richness of our mental life - all our feelings, our emotions, our thoughts, our ambitions, our love life, our religious sentiments and even what each of us regards us his own intimate private self - is simply the activity of these little specks of jelly in your head, in your brain. There is nothing else.

Remember that politics, colonialism, imperialism and war also originate in the human brain.

What the neurology tells us is that the self consists of many components, and the notion of one unitary self may well be an illusion.

The adage that fact is stranger than fiction seems to be especially true for the workings of the brain.

Without ducking responsibility, what's wrong with medicine today is that it is predicated on providing treatment, not on reducing suffering. Not on solving problems.

A culture without mythology is not really a civilisation.