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

We are not angels, we are merely sophisticated apes. Yet we feel like angels trapped inside the bodies of beasts, craving transcendence and all the time trying to spread our wings and fly off, and it's really a very odd predicament to be in, if you think about it.

A culture without mythology is not really a civilisation.

Here is a neuron that fires when I reach and grab something, but it also fires when I watch Joe reaching and grabbing something. ... It's as though this neuron is adopting the other person's point of view.

Your conscious life is an elaborate after-the-fact rationalization of things you really do for other reasons.

What the artist tries to do (either consciously or unconsciously) is to not only capture the essence of something but also to amplify it in order to more powerfully activate the same neural mechanisms that would be activated by the original object.

If you're a thinking person, the liver is interesting, but nothing is more intriguing than the brain.