As soon as I hear a sound, it always suggests a mood to me.
Women in particular seem to say things like, "I'm sure I'd be the one screaming and not moving in an emergency." I don't think that's the case. People who've been through really horrible life-or-death situations say that nobody behaves the way they would have expected. But that said, there are predictors.
We have only two modes - complacency and panic.
The reactions of the human heart are not mechanical and predictable but infinitely subtle and delicate.
Sometimes I'm frustrated. Rarely surprised. Sometimes I'm happy, you know. But war is not a time of joy.
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
In the bathroom, having taken my make-up off and opened my eyes, I always think there's a ghost behind me. It feels like there's a weird presence. Maybe it's my brain reacting to me without make-up.
I'm really easily affected by horror films. I have pretty strong reactions to them.
Emotion is something that you don't simply receive. Emotion is compelled. Other than that, we're just shells until we're possessed or reanimated from time to time by different emotions.
There's something about witnessing something in the sky that makes people think they're seeing something unique or special. I don't really understand the psychology of it, to be honest.
Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.
There are things that neuroscience is useful for in terms of understanding behavior, but there are also things it is not all that useful for, like understanding the nuances of our reactions to poetry.
I've just always sort of been mesmerized by our minds and how people think and how people react differently.
After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.
Can placebos cause side effects? If so, are the side effects real?
It's always funny to find what people's button is.
Nothing can be so quick and sudden as the operations of the mind, especially when hope, or fear, or jealousy, to which the other two are but journeymen, set it to work.
