I don't even like to sleep - I feel as if there's too much to do.
I used to roll my eyes when I heard the term 'workaholic,' but I guess if the shoe fits, you got to wear it.
I am a workaholic, have always been.
I'm an all-or-nothing guy. When I'm working, I work, work, work, work, work, and when I'm not, I'm the laziest sloth this planet has ever provided us.
My dad is a workaholic so I take after him in this respect.
I work on holidays. I work on birthdays. I work on New Year's. I work. I keep my ears to the streets.
I've never had time for friends. I've always worked too hard.
I'll admit I'm a workaholic.
I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be.
Many people who know me call me 'the hardest working man in the news business' because you're never, ever going to outwork me.
I never stop. I'll never truly retire, because my mind is always on go.
I turned into a workaholic to the point of where my health was in jeopardy.
Usually, I work every day, seven days a week. When I go three days without writing, my body aches with anxiety; my mood is irritable. My night dreams grow wild with unconscious invention.
I'm a workaholic. I love every movie I've been in, even the bad ones, every TV series, every play, because I love to work. It's what keeps me going.
I am very selfish when it comes to work, and I only care about work.
Honestly, all I ever do is work.
Men should know that no job is more important than their family. I had that all screwed up for a long time. I regret it.
I just don't stop working.
Well, I am obsessive about my work. I throw myself in all the way.
The one thing I'm not tempted to ever do is stop working. Retirement would be too tough for me. As a workaholic and an insomniac, I identified with my subject, General Dumas, who, according to field reports, would ride on patrols without sleep sometimes for two nights on end before going into battle - and winning.
I remember telling my dad, 'I'm working 14- to 16-hour days and I don't care. I can't wait to get back to work.'
I don't relax. I can't take vacations. I'm obsessive-compulsive, and I worry with every project that I'm going to fail. When it starts to go well, and I sense that something beautiful and important and meaningful is being created, it's a fantastic feeling, and I find it very hard to stop.
My older brother's really good at making fun of me for just being a workaholic and never taking time for myself. Even when we go on vacation, I'm always working.
If I'm enjoying something, I'd like to be able to just have it all. Frankly, that's the way I'm approaching my career now. I'm a total workaholic.
I'm a real workaholic.
