The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.
The mind's cross indexing puts the best librarian to shame.
We look harder for flaws in a study when we don't agree with its conclusions.
The conscious act of thinking about one's thoughts in a different way changes the very brain circuits that do that thinking.
Like sand on the beach, the brain bears the footprints of the decisions we have made, the skills we have learned, the actions we have taken.
Arguing, after all, is less about seeking truth than about overcoming opposing views.
The mind, of course, is just what the brain does for a living.
Alternating periods of activity and rest is necessary to survive, let alone thrive. Capacity, interest, and mental endurance all wax and wane. Plan accordingly.
In 25 years of exile, I've never had a frozen account, either in Switzerland or elsewhere in the world.
To be the authentic is to be detached and stand aside from oneself and the work so that the working process can take on an untrammeled life of its own. Labored self-involvement, contrivance, ulterior motives, even the extraordinary facility that one may have, must be let go.
Yes, I hate it when people call me a 'national treasure'. It takes away your bite and makes you feel like a harmless old golden Labrador.