"Shaped a little like a loaf of French country bread, our brain is a crowded chemistry lab, bustling with nonstop neural conversations. Imagine the brain, that shiny mound of being, that mouse-gray parliament of cells, that dream factory, that petit tyrant inside a ball of bone, that huddle of neurons calling all the plays, that little everywhere, that fickle pleasuredome, that wrinkled wardrobe of selves stuffed into the skull like too many clothes into a gym bag."

-Diane Ackerman (from An Alchemy of Mind. The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain, 2004)

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"Shaped a little like a loaf of French country bread, our brain is a crowded chemistry lab, bustling with nonstop neural conversations. Imagine the brain, that shiny mound of being, that mouse-gray parliament of cells, that dream factory, that petit tyrant inside a ball of bone, that huddle of neurons calling all the plays, that little everywhere, that fickle pleasuredome, that wrinkled wardrobe of selves stuffed into the skull like too many clothes into a gym bag."

-Diane Ackerman (from An Alchemy of Mind. The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain, 2004)

“All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs. ” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire