The thinking brain influences the body’s responses and it makes a neat little loop.
Dopamine is a chemical released in your brain and your body when you sleep that paralyzes your body so you don't act out your dreams.
Every day I wake up, there's a little part of my brain that's thinking I might die in a terrorist attack today.
Anyone with a normal brain can do almost anything.
At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.
How can you have this reference point, this stability, that is required to maintain the continuity of selves day after day?
The what-if's and the should-have's will eat your brain.
Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions.
My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.
The objective psychologist, hoping to get at the physiological side of behavior, is apt to plunge immediately into neurology trying to correlate brain activity with modes of experience. . . The result in many cases only accentuates the gap between the total experience as studied by the psychologist and neural activity as analyzed by the neurologist.
Newton was a genius, but not because of the superior computational power of his brain. Newton's genius was, on the contrary, his ability to simplify, idealize, and streamline the world so that it became, in some measure, tractable to the brains of perfectly ordinary men.
The story has to flow from an unstructured, felt place, but then I have to bring my analytical brain to bear on issues of craft.
Our brains are very animal but also very strange and egotistical. We're narcissistic.
Whatever the occasion, do not neglect alcohol. No other refreshment will do. Yes, alcohol kills brain cells, but it's very selective. It only kills the brain cells that contain good sense, shame, embarrassment, and restraint.
It's hard for me to shut off my writer brain completely.
The worst days are when you feel foggy in the head - chemo-brain they call it. It's awful because you feel boring. As well as bored. And stupid. And resigned.
I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.
Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
I don't want my body to be a distraction from my talent or my brain.
My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?