I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.
The basis of computer work is predicated on the idea that only the brain makes decisions and only the index finger does the work.
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
In spite of all these disquieting triumphs in the field of natural science, it's astonishing how little man has learned about himself, and how much there is to learn. How little we know about this brain which made social evolution possible, and of the mind. How little we know of the nature and spirit of man and God. We stand now before this inner frontier of ignorance. If we could pass it, we might well discover the meaning of life and understand man's destiny.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
I think that an artist is a bit like a computer. He receives information from the world around him and from his past and from his own experiences. And it all goes into the brain.
I'm not saying I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.
Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.
When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
Sex...could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you're lifting three times your body weight. It's violent, it's ugly, and it's messy, and if God hadn't made it unbelievably fun...the human race would have died out eons ago. Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know women can have an hour long orgasm?
House. By Dr. Gregory House.
Problem could be neurological. Everyone knows TV rots your brain.
House, Top Secret. By Dr. Gregory House.
Unless the next stanza reads "Hoping to fry my brain to death, I smoked some primo crystal meth," I'm not interested.
House, The Softer Side. By Dr. Gregory House.
When guys have brain/crotch problems, it's usually the result of using one too much and the other too little.
House, Sex Kills. By Dr. Gregory House.
We are selfish, base animals crawling across the earth, but 'cause we've got brains, if we try really hard, we can usually aspire to something that is less than pure evil.
House, One Day, One Room. By Dr. Gregory House.