It's incredibly painful to think back to the time I had to come back to work. I was so, so needed at home. Like the vast majority of people in America, I couldn't take unpaid leave.

I have trashed the to-do list. To help my brain...

I think that was probably one of the biggest revelations, is leisure is really in the eyes of the beholder...

A gift, like a good friend drawing a personal road map out of the crazy busy swirl of our overloaded lives.

What often matters more than the activity we're doing at a moment in time is how we feel about it.

As work weeks get longer and leisure time shrinks, people are becoming sicker, more distracted, absent, unproductive, and less innovative.

Because this is how it feels to live my life: scattered, fragmented, and exhausting.

Our perception of time is indeed our reality.

I take solace in knowing that some of the steps I took can help other people.

As long as you're pushing men to stay at work, you're pushing women to stay home.

Busyness is now the social norm that people feel they must conform to, Burnett says, or risk being outcasts.

Lionhearted woman carrying silver swords beneath your skin. Your heart is huge, copious courage you hold within. You fight and never give in when the cause is worthy, brave valiant woman.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

The secret of concentration is to shut down the other windows.

'The Creation' presents an argument for saving biological diversity on Earth. Most of the book is for as broad an audience as possible.

[T]he only thing wrong with Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address was that it was the South, not the North, that was fighting for a government of the people, by the people and for the people.

The greatest step forward in human evolution was made when society began to help the weak and the poor, instead of oppressing and despising them.

Nothing makes an android feel more useless than when a human is crying.

There will be no good business unless the majority comes to agree that we should demand more from business than large quarterly returns.

I've always been a very prolific writer.

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.