When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?

You can't get mad at weather because weather's not about you. Apply that lesson to most other aspects of life.

It's just amazing how hard it is for people to change, even when amazing things happen. It almost reinforces who you are instead of making you change.

Time erases both the best and the worst of us.

I was sick of wanting money. I was sick of being without a goal.

A good piece of technology dreams of the day when it will be replaced by a newer piece of technology. This is one definition of progress.

The modern economy isn't about the redistribution of wealth - it's about the redistribution of time.