Quotes About Brain

All these gadgets, the phone and the computer, they expose the inside of your brain in a way that's bad.

Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.

Can the brain understand the brain? Can it understand the mind? Is it a giant computer, or some other kind of giant machine, or something more?

The brain is a robot-computer perfectly designed to fabricate any reality we program it to construct.

Many cognitive psychologists see the brain as a computer. But every single brain is absolutely individual, both in its development and in the way it encounters the world.

In activities other than purely logical thought, our minds function much faster than any computer yet devised.

It's not even known how many kinds of cells there are in the brain. If you were looking for a periodic table of the brain, there is no such thing. I really like to think of the brain as a computer.

A meticulous virtual copy of the human brain would enable basic research on brain cells and circuits or computer-based drug trials.

You could have all the computer chips ever in the world and you won't create a consciousness.

It's hard to replace the gray matter that is inherent in every human being. No computer can do it quite that well yet.

A computer can have so much more in its brain that a human can.

The brain can be seen as a complex machine, like a gooey computer.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

[We assume] that the self is an actual living thing, but it's not. It's a projection which our clever brains create in order to cheat ourselves from the reality of death.

senseless. I prefer the word "buzzed," following the brain/amplifier analogy.

Les hémorragies cérébrales sont moins fréquentes chez les amateurs et les joueurs de football que chez le reste de la population. Les cerveaux aussi.

His understanding of the method by which organisms become first individualised and then personalised gave him a number of valuable insights. Basically, the process depends on cephalisation — the differentiation of a head as the dominant guiding region of the body, forwardly directed, and containing the main sense-organs providing information about the outer world and also the main organ of co-ordination or brain.

The same is true of patience or mental quickness. A brain like a sponge and an even temper are all very well in one who minds the proper use of such things; to anyone else, they may bring harm.

He wasn't much for erasing anyway. Sometimes your mistakes showed you the really interesting connections between your brain, your hand, and your heart, the ones you might otherwise never know were there. They were important even if you had no idea what they meant. Like now, for instance. Coming back here might be the biggest mistake he'd ever made. But it might also be the most important thing he'd ever done.

What amazing instruments reside in the three or four pounds between our ears, instruments with greater capacity than a thousand busy New York City switchboards.

I'm worried he's going to...do something crazy. He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny and occasionally eats his assistants, Eve said. Define crazy . Claire closed her eyes. Okay. I think he wants to put my brain in a jar and wire it into the machine. Dead silence.

I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.

I'm worried he's going to . . . do something crazy. He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants, Evesaid. Define crazy. Claire closed her eyes. Okay. I think he wants to put my brain in a jar and wire it intothe machine.

You say the nicest things,' Myrnin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. 'Marry me.' 'Exactly what part of the brain did that bullet hit?' Shane asked, hovering on the edge of manic laughter. Oliver sighed. 'He means carry me. And no. I won't.