That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different

Nobody works better under pressure. They just work faster.

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.

I'm probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.

We live stitch by stitch, when we're lucky. If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching. And maybe the stitching is crude, or it is unraveling, but if it were precise, we'd pretend that life was just fine and running like a Swiss watch. This is not helpful if on the inside our understanding is that life is more often a cuckoo clock with rusty gears.

why do we make it all seem like a crisis, over and over again? Why do we worry it all to death, like dogs with socks or chew-toys? 'Look at it this way...In a hundred years? - All new people.

There really is only today, although luckily that is also the eternal now.

Life is not a submarine. There are no plans.

Anxiety is experiencing failure in advance. Tell yourself enough vivid stories about the worst possible outcome of your work and you'll soon come to believe them. Worry is not preparation, and anxiety doesn't make you better.

The Two Reasons Seeing the Future Is So Difficult Attachment to an outcome combined with the resistance and fear of change.

I never had a plan. I just sort of ambled along, doing exactly what I wanted every day of my life.