You are your synapses

...Mr. Wodehouse is a prose stylist of such startling talent that Frankie nearly skipped around with glee when she first read some of his…

— E. Lockhart

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a…

— Maggie Stiefvater

When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else…

— Catherine Fisher

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

— Susanna Kaysen

High energy creates more energy, more energy, more energy. It kicks off synapses, I guess. It opens up your brain and you think of…

— Michael Keaton

When you go to Africa and you see people who are just like you and me - this is always my starting point. These…

— Michael Elliott

When you're a child - and my understanding of it is very basic - but when you're a very young child, the stimuli around…

— Ron Currie Jr

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this…

— Tanya Davis

Culture is sustained in our synapses...It's more than what can be reduced to binary code and uploaded onto the Net. To remain vital, culture…

— Nicholas G. Carr

I can analyze how I do things, but the actual doing it - when the synapses just start firing - I can't explain.

— Apollo Robbins

“Clear synapses are like driving in Ireland. You hit a straight-away and you gun it, cos you know it's not going to last long.”

— S. Kelley Harrell

“Nerve endings. That’s what it all comes down to. Billions of rooted synapses, like trees entwined in erratic soil. Lightning strikes every millionth of…

— Ryan Galloway

All of that is constantly operating when you not only learn, but when you recall. But as you recall in a different light, the…

— Antonio Damasio

The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.

— Meghan O'Rourke

Beside Mama, in my own folding chair, with my feet sticking out in front of me, I thought about my own innards. Just a…

— Katherine Dunn