Workflow is understanding your job, understanding your tools, and then not thinking about it any more.

Joining a Facebook group about creative productivity is like buying a chair about jogging.

Where you allow your attention to go ultimately says more about you as a human being than anything that you put in your mission statement.

Priorities Are Like Arms; If You Think You Have More Than A Couple, You’re Either Lying Or Crazy.

Everything takes more time than you thought, everything costs more money than you thought, and almost everything turns out not quite as cool as you expected.

Never let the guy with the broom decide how many elephants can be in the parade.

People with tiny glasses and costly shoes can always find a couple of hours to explain how you did it all wrong.

Feeling creative produces great work in approximately the same way that "feeling like a doctor" makes you a gifted thoracic surgeon.

People will always despise you if you end up doing less stupid BS than they choose to suffer.

Thinking can really be the enemy of action, and thinking can be the enemy of reality.

I'm a project manager, not a magician. Magicians have way cooler hats.

From the point in life when a man/woman is responsible for his/her choices, he/she starts to live a story brought to life by the dreams that have been consciously or subconsciously conceived.

Dark is just light turned inside out, thinks Maddy. Why be afraid of that?

The porters could always be coaxed to continue a little further through driving rain by the mere suggestion of a Pot Noodle at the end.

Our society is pluralistic. We who accept the privilege of membership in that society agree to respect the people's right to live by their own religious precepts.

I stared at the television in shock, watching as my private life was revealed to the world.

The thing that I do try to convey is, don't do what I did - but ask what I asked.

I want to put our resources where I think they're most needed: Getting rid of any violent person.

the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion

A means can be justified only by its end. But the end in its turn needs to be justified.

It was a dream world, a kind of Alice in Wonderland, with its kings and queens, princes and princesses, and our millions of loyal subjects. But it wasn't real, and it couldn't last.