Your conscious brain cannot multitask. If I'm speaking to you and checking my I-Phone at the same time, I'm doing neither. This is why our society is frazzled; this misconception that we can consciously do more than one thing at a time effectively.
Juggling is the word. I'm a bad juggler, and there are often balls dropped. There is no balance. The idea of work/life balance is a myth. There's teetering from one end and running to the other and hoping not to fall off.
It's incredible. Twenty-three minutes on the air, and I've got to shoot for twelve, fifteen hours a day. What the hell's that?
You're playing games every two or three nights, so there's no real time off.
I can't take 24-hour news. Life is what it is, and we can handle it, but when you're getting it pushed down your throat, it's too much.
Second novels are bears. As are other people's expectations for them. I think taking the time you need with the second book is key. Writers spend years and years on their first novels and then are often expected to turn out a second at warp speed, a recipe for failure.
You just keep pushing yourself harder and harder to achieve more and more - I don't think it's ever quite as glamorous as it appears on the outside.
It seems like we wake up and it's a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, 'What the hell am I doing?'
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
I was kind of like chasing my tail and trying to do the right thing, and was a little bit stupid. Or irresponsible, which is the same thing I guess. It's just been really busy and I had a lot of great opportunities.
Three hours for an average game is not good for baseball.
People are working harder and harder than ever before and barely staying in place.
There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
Modern life has gotten so strange, we all get 150 emails and text messages a day, and it's hard when things are moving that quickly to keep that sense of wonder about being alive.
I find the term 'workaholic' to be distasteful because it reminds me of the harried-looking lawyers I recall chained to their desks through nights and weekends during my lawyer days years ago.
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.
You’ve got to be careful that once you get on this treadmill, that you can get off.
I don't want to get back into the pressure cooker of play-by-play and worry about travel. I don't want to die in a stadium parking lot.
I'm like a child trying to do everything, say everything and be everything all at once.
After 'Kelis Was Here,' I was done. I was like, 'I will never put out another record again; I hate this business; I hate all these people.' I was in this race that I didn't even realise that I was in.
I don't like touring and it seemed to be getting on top of me in a big way.
One of the more difficult things is the time. Either you are going 100 miles an hour, or you are sleeping. There is nothing in between.
I showed up pretty much at the exact right moment to end up with a lot of work on my plate very quickly, because I was young and foolish, and so I wrote very quickly.
My life is extremely full and wretchedly busy, and I feel that while my life drains energy from my work, my work in turn drains energy from my life. The result is, I am always playing catch-up spiritually. That is my thorn.
We worked so hard we almost stopped enjoying it.
