Any time people come together in a meeting, we're not necessarily getting the best ideas; we're just getting the ideas of the best talkers.

Opposites attract, and I think temperament is so fundamental that you end up craving someone of the opposite temperament to complete you.

What looks like multitasking is really switching back and forth between multiple tasks, which reduces productivity and increases mistakes by up to 50 percent.

Solitude matters. And for some people it's the air they breathe.

There's zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.

we have two ears and one mouth and we should use them proportionally

You're told that you're in your head too much, a phrase that's often deployed against the quiet and cerebral. Or maybe there's another word for such people: thinkers.

Introverts are capable of acting like extroverts for the sake of work they consider important, people they love, or anything they value highly.

It's as if they have thinner boundaries separating them from other people's emotions and from the tragedies and cruelties of the world.

I'm continually amazed by how many people who appear to be extroverts are actually introverts.

Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.

Our greatest moral regrets are always preceded by a series of unwise choices.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

Hold fast to God, do not give up and He will fulfill His Word concerning you, for He is faithful who has promised

I'm a great believer in luck and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.

I simply went down there to catch up with an old mate of mine, who owns the place. He's the one who wrote the book on the place, but no, no movie, just a beer.

If there's one thing worse than being really angry for no reason, it's suddenly remembering the reason.

I've always been like, "Look, you're going to die and it's not going to matter after you die that you got out onstage and bombed."

Our very contract with nature has a deep restorative power; contemplation of its magnificence imparts peace and serenity.

Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.