The future is built on brains not prom court as most people can tell you after attending their high school reunion. But you'd never know it by talking to kids or listening to the messages they get from the culture and even from their schools.

The human brain now holds the key to our future. We have to recall the image of the planet from outer space: a single entity in which air water and continents are interconnected. That is our home.

My parents grandparents aunts and uncles were all funny and I felt that energy that delivery that timing that sarcasm. All that stuff seeped into my brain.

It's so funny because right now I'm very tired and my brains a little dead I tend to get very focused and serious. So I'm probably coming off a lot more like Scully right now.

I don't really get shaken very much. People could heckle me a spotlight could go out I could forget a lyric... I'm not operating on somebody's brain you know what I mean? So I just think it's all funny.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

By all means let's be open-minded but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.

People ask me if I ever thought of writing a children's book. I say 'If I had a serious brain injury I might well write a children's book' but otherwise the idea of being conscious of who you're directing the story to is anathema to me because in my view fiction is freedom and any restraints on that are intolerable.

Maybe we've been brainwashed by 130 years of Yankee history but Southern identity now has more to do with food accents manners music than the Confederate past. It's something that's open to both races a variety of ethnic groups and people who move here.

I'm always trying to find brain food and indulge in knowledge that's gonna be useful.

Research has shown that even small amounts of processed food alter the chemical balance in our brain and cause negative mood swings along with noticeable dips ill energy.

In the 21st century our tastes buds our brain chemistry our biochemistry our hormones and our kitchens have been hijacked by the food industry.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success... such emotions make a man forget food sleep friends love everything.

Practice puts brains in your muscles.

If people would know how little brain is ruling the world they would die of fear.

I get so nervous on stage I can't help but talk. I try. I try telling my brain: stop sending words to the mouth. But I get nervous and turn into my grandma. Behind the eyes it's pure fear. I find it difficult to believe I'm going to be able to deliver.

Alzheimer's Parkinson's brain and spinal cord disorders diabetes cancer at least 58 diseases could potentially be cured through stem cell research diseases that touch every family in America and in the world.

How do I love Tim McGraw? Let me count the ways: I love that he's a country boy with a city sensibility. I love that he refuses to be pegged and his duet with Nelly proves it. And I really love that he had the brains to marry Faith Hill.

If you desire to be pure have firm faith and slowly go on with your devotional practices without wasting your energy in useless scriptural discussions and arguments. Your little brain will otherwise be muddled.

You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way.

To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash and where previously the brain held a dead fact the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.

There can be no knowledge without emotion. We may be aware of a truth yet until we have felt its force it is not ours. To the cognition of the brain must be added the experience of the soul.

Yes I've been trepanned. That's quite an interesting experience especially for my brain surgeon who saw my thoughts flying around in my brain.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes such enchanted musical instruments as the ears and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.