I'm the classic absent-minded professor: I'm very focused on something, and meanwhile, I've left the refrigerator door open for hours.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I left university, I idled around without focus for much too long.
Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.
There's something melancholy about professors because they're chronically abandoned. They form these lovely relationships with students and then the students leave and the professors stay the same. It's like they're chronically abandoned.
When I'm in the midst of finishing a book, I can be working around the clock.
I was a university professor, I could talk on and on and on. Give me a podium and you have to drag me off with a hook.
I've reached a place with my work where I'm ready to concentrate more on life.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
I keep busy. That was my nickname in college, 'Iron to the Fire.' I like to keep several things going at once.
I'm fundamentally a busy person; I spend my time doing useful things and profoundly useless things!
I think of myself as a serious professor who, during the weekend, writes novels.