Quotes About Brain

Film is a game of projections upon projections, and the projected image on the screen is a game of light and shadows. There is nothing there; it is the brain that is decoding those things. The film doesn't have any decipherable kind of meaning if it's not seen.

I do love the way the brain looks. I love the way it's shaped.

I haven't got an old man's brain. I have got a sharp mind and enjoy doing what I do.

Some of the best writing I've done, whether I'm shooting a story or thinking of a script, I write it in my head as I'm running. Running literally jogs my brain.

The brain adapts very quickly. It is incredible how quickly we can adapt and what progress we can make in a very short time.

I write with my left hand even though I'm right-handed, I walk backwards in a very safe place - anything that engages your brain.

I run a number of different brain banks.

The beginnings of CTE can start quite early.

My thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings are all in my brain. My brain is going to rot.

the rational world, your world, was a still pond and Petter's brain was a jagged rock thrown into it, creating odd ripples everywhere.

Can't you see? It's incredibly interesting. Aren't you struck by how much action occurred simply because something went wrong with one man's brain? It's as if the rational world, your world, was a still pond and Petter's brain was a jagged rock thrown into it, creating odd ripples everywhere." The

Why is the world so unfair? Why all that savage economic injustice, those brutal wars, the everyday corporate cruelty? The answer: psychopaths. That part of the brain that doesn't function right.

An accident of brain development stacked the deck against children: the mother had three or four years to fuck with your head before your hippocampus began recording lasting memories. You'd been talking to your mom since you were one year old and listening to her for even longer, but you couldn't remember a single word of what you or she had said before your hippocampus kicked into gear. Your

neurochemically, obsessive-compulsive disorder bears a conspicuous resemblance to falling in love. Scientists have scanned the brains of the pathologically obsessive and held them up next to brain scans of the love-struck, and the images turned colors in the same places. Doctors drew blood and found the same chemical imbalances—namely, a serotonin deficit.

Nature even on the most local of scales made a mockery of information technology. Even augmented by tech, the human brain was paltry, infinitesimal, in comparison to the universe.

Bruno's brain might have parachuted somewhere over the Atlantic.

Sam enjoyed knowledge. The accumulation and distribution of facts gave him a feeling of control, of utility, of the opposite of the powerlessness that comes with having a smallish, underdeveloped body that doesn't dependably respond to the mental commands of a largish, overstimulated brain.

My memory, sir, is like a garbage disposal.

De Quincey says that man's brain is a palimpsest. Every new text covers the previous one, and is in turn covered by the text that follows—but all-powerful Memory is able to exhume any impression, no matter how momentary it might have been, if given sufficient stimulus.

A mythological image that has to be explained to the brain is not working.

I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.

I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.

I am a bear of little brain.

And who can say whether my thoughts, independent of weight and time and the obstacles of matter, are not at the same moment being caught by mysterious, delicate, but unconscious receivers in the brain of an inhabitant of Mars as well as in the brain of the dog who barks outside?