The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.
If we should remember everything we would be as worse off as if we remembered nothing.
Busyness is the unrivaled archenemy of spiritual authenticity.
When one reads hurriedly and nervously, having in mind written tests and examinations, one's brain becomes encumbered with a lot of bric-a-brac for which there seems to be little use.
But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.
I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust.
One of the problems of modern society, or the post-Internet age, is that there are so many things bombarding us that we could care about. I think it's more important than ever to really get clear and focus on what's worth caring about and what's just noise or distraction.
Our attention spans have become shorter because there are more and more claims upon them - more information, more complexity; more stories, more stuff; more.
There were a lot of distractions in Baltimore, and I think they were a problem for me.
A mind too active is no mind at all.
He had more on his mind than his mind could hold.
My mind was always very cluttered, so I took great pains to simplify my environment, because if my environment were half as cluttered as my mind, I wouldn't be able to make it from room to room.
Red lights, green lights, stop and go jive. Headlines, deadlines, jamming your mind.
I was frequently told at drama school that I was thinking too much.
I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.
Just as one spoils the stomach by overfeeding and thereby impairs the whole body, so can one overload and choke the mind by giving it too much nourishment. For the more one reads the fewer are the traces left of what one has read; the mind is like a tablet that has been written over and over. Hence it is impossible to reflect; and it is only by reflection that one can assimilate what one has read. If one reads straight ahead without pondering over it later, what has been read does not take root, but is for the most part lost.
When I'm writing something, everything falls into place. When I'm not writing, stuff keeps happening to me, and there's nowhere to put it all.
My morning begins with trying not to get up before the sun rises. But when I do, it's because my head is too full of words, and I just need to get to my desk and start dumping them into a file. I always wake with sentences pouring into my head.
The person who dumps garbage into your mind will do you considerably more harm than the person who dumps garbage on your floor, because each load of mind garbage negatively impacts your possibilities and lowers your expectations.
We are too connected. There's noise in our heads all the time.
Our worlds needs more time to wonder and reflect but there is too much fast paced constant distraction.
I probably don't have any room in my mind for anything but football. My dad tells me I'm a total vegetable outside of just knowing football.
I don't get the stuff that I carry around in my head from TV, and especially I don't get the stuff that I carry around in my heart from TV.
An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.
I've got so much in my brain and I want to change the way we think sometimes.
