I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they go by.

"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."

Just in terms of allocation of time resources, religion is not very efficient. There's a lot more I could be doing on a Sunday morning. 13 January 1997.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.

Time wounds all heels.

I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.