I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced.

The most cognitively brilliant people usually have had to sacrifice their emotional selves.

Life is not a rerun, we don’t have stunt doubles or understudies, we’re it. The universe doesn’t happen to us, we are the universe happening. It actually matters what we do.

I never weigh myself, but the brutal truth of television is that they don’t employ old people or fat people.

Some interviewees you make friends with and some you don’t.

The oxytocin doesn’t just induce feelings of pleasure, it stimulates empathy and compassion, which are also contagious, and so we infect each other with kindness and that is when the human race is at its finest.

It’s as though as a species we have no brakes, only breakdowns.

We are our own walking pharmacies shooting ourselves up with our own homemade chemicals. This constant need for a fix to make you feel good prompts you to pursue rewards over and over again and strengthens the behaviour that made you want to get them in the first place. It’s a vicious circle. So.

Now we determine each other’s worth by asking, ‘What do you do?’ If you say ‘nothing’, people move away from you as if you’re a corpse.

In my opinion, our downfall began when we started to think of ourselves as ‘individuals’.