Ray Bradbury Quotes

But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

What are you thinking? Nothing. I mean...a lot of things. Kind of all at once.

I kind of think too much, I try do too many things at once.

You can't be aware of everything. You'd fall down the stairs if you were aware of every intricate thing involved in going down stairs.

My mind is always racing.

What it turns out is that we think we're multitasking, but we're not. The brain is sequential tasking: we flit from one thought to the next very, very rapidly, giving us the illusion that what we're doing is doing all these things at once.

The conscious mind can only pay attention to about four things at once. If you've got these nagging voices in your head telling you to remember to pick up the laundry and call so-and-so, they're competing in your brain for neural resources with the stuff you're actually trying to do, like getting your work done.

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

I'm a thinker; I think too much. So for me to freestyle rap, it's like I'm thinking three, four time steps ahead, and I hate it.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

If you're studying from a book and trying to listen in on a conversation at the same time, those are two separate projects, each started and maintained by distinct circuits in the brain. Pay more attention to one for a moment and you're automatically paying less attention to the other.

I generally leave the television on while I'm working.

I love the web, but man, I look at my browser, and there are, like, twenty tabs up there, all jostling for space and time, all framed by a mosaic of other apps, other work, other entertainment... so even when I really am paying attention to something on the web, there's this peripheral haze.

I feel like women's minds never stop.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

The speed of the human mind is remarkable. So is its inability to face the obvious.

Multitasking divides your attention and leads to confusion and weakened focus.

You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!

The mind that engages in subjects of too great variety becomes confused and weakened.

One of the frustrations of having a mind trained to think and consider possibilities was that it couldn't simply be stopped once engaged.

Maybe the reason my memory is so bad is that I always do at least two things at once. It's easier to forget something you only half-did or quarter did.

Simple minds, presumably, are the easiest to manage.

Multi-taskers often think they are like gym rats, bulking up their ability to juggle tasks, when in fact they are like alcoholics, degrading their abilities through over-consumption.

Choking is about thinking too much. Panic is about thinking too little. Choking is about loss of instinct. Panic is reversion to instinct. They may look the same, but they are worlds apart.

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.