We think work with the brain is more worthy than work with the hands. Nobody who thinks with his hands could ever fall for this.
I gather that the dopaminergic system in the reward centres of the brain respond even more vigorously to the expectation of reward than to reward itself. Hence, perhaps, the disappointment.
I've been recognized every now and then. It's always in computer stores. It's something like brain associations, because I'll be in the grocery store and nobody will recognize me. Even in my glasses, looking exactly like my picture, nobody will recognize me. But I could be totally clean-shaven, hat on, looking nothing like myself in a computer store, and they're like, "Snowden?!"
The same regions of the brain light up when someone touches their smartphone as when they touch a family member or a pet.
My brain is like a hard drive. Once you start adding new information, you start cutting off old information.
Words may be either the servants or masters. If the former they may safely guide us in the way of truth. If the latter they intoxicate the brain and lead into swamps of thought where there is no solid footing. Among the sources of those innumerable calamities which from age to age have overwhelmed mankind, may be reckoned as one of the principal, the abuse of words.
I try to make music that's really real. I've always liked music that makes me feel something. I'm not a brain first, music second person.
All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.
The brain is a robot-computer perfectly designed to fabricate any reality we program it to construct.
Consciousness does matter. Matter is secondary. Consciousness is primary. Brain does not do consciousness, consciousness does the brain.
Painting is as difficult as brain surgery. It's not that relaxing. But that's the discipline.
The emergence of a unified cognitive moment relies on the coordination of scattered mosaics of functionally specialized brain regions. Here we review the mechanisms of large-scale integration that counterbalance the distributed anatomical and functional organization of brain activity to enable the emergence of coherent behaviour and cognition. Although the mechanisms involved in large-scale integration are still largely unknown, we argue that the most plausible candidate is the formation of dynamic links mediated by synchrony over multiple frequency bands.
Anything crime related and anything excessively bloody and violent, my brain immediately goes to the science. I think about, "How did you do this? How can we catch you?"
I believe that there is a fundamental mystery in my existence, transcending any biological account of the development of my body (including my brain) with its genetic inheritance and its evolutionary origin. . . . I cannot believe that this wonderful gift of a conscious existence has no further future, no possibility of another existence under some other unimaginable conditions.
Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it?
Our brain accepts what the eyes see and our eye looks for whatever our brain wants.
Air is beautiful, yet you cannot see it. It's soft, yet you cannot touch it. Air is a little like my brain.
I think the general population of people just don't think. It's actually proven that people just use the part of the brain they have to, to get through the day. They don't sit there and ponder over the big picture stuff.
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.
People have wanted to look inside the human mind, the human brain, for thousands of years.