“There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Only the boring get bored.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

We must bring our own light to the darkness.

To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.

If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

One day we shall certainly ‘reduce’ thought experimentally to molecular and chemical motions in the brain; but does that exhaust the essence of thought?

It is no longer a question anywhere of inventing interconnections from out of our brains, but of discovering them in the facts.

This brain of mine tends to complicate the simplest of things.

She had it all, brains and body and the ability to tell me to go to hell whenever I deserved it. Love, at its finest.

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call ‘thought’

Sleep is the single most effective thing we can do to reset our brain and body health each other.

We want Google to be the third half of your brain.

On my worst days my brain tries to trick me into wishing i stayed. Its really trying to convince me that i didn’t deserve to survive.