You can’t waste time. There is always more of it. You might not be in it, but in that case you won’t be around to complain.
You can’t spend time, as if it were a commodity to use in a value exchange. You can’t spend it because you have no control over it.
For the same reasons, you can’t use time, wisely, foolishly, or any other way. To use a thing, you first have to grasp it. Try to grasp time, and it disappears.
It is possible, however, to feel you don’t have enough time while simultaneously feeling overwhelmed by its abundance. You can feel pressured and bored all at once.
The mind is like a huge muddy prairie, full of boundless wonder, but easy to get bogged down in. Even if you keep moving, you leave behind deep ruts for the return trip.
Hindsight is rarely 20/20. It’s a haze of excuses and misplaced or unrecognized priorities. Luckily, you can just make out reality if you squint.
Memory is the vapor trail you leave behind in the turbulence of your passage. Look at it long enough, and you can see all kinds of fanciful shapes.
Work is anything you do for other people; play is anything you do for yourself. The problem is that they often mix, and it’s hard to keep them straight.
Some things you crave only because you can’t have them. Other things you crave even though you already have them.
No amount of worrying has ever determined the future, which happens with no regard for your plans. Then it becomes the past, which no amount of regret has ever changed.
The meaning of life is like a knife that’s all edge and no handle. Go ahead, try to grasp it.
You need people more than you think, even if only in the background. Just sitting in a room full of other people is healing.
Nothing will keep you from dying.
Love is not all there is, but it is all that’s worth anything.