“I usually work seven days a week and rarely take vacations, which is both lame and unsustainable. I don’t mind the idea of writing seven days a week, I suppose. Getting some work done early in the morning. But ideally I would love to take one day a week off.”

I have way too much going on, as usual, but fortunately it’s all good stuff. I’m not complaining.

The modern media environment is so overrun with bullshit and static and people trying to sell you stupid crap. It makes you want to bite yourself.

I’m a radio nerd. I’ve loved radio since I was a kid. I’m a huge Howard Stern fan.

I can think of plenty of writers whose work I revere and whose lives I know little about.

We were playing Chinese restaurants and basements and record stores and houses. We were crashing on floors and it was all new and exciting. It was like a vacation. It didn’t feel like work.

Anything was better than going to work. All those early tours before we made any money were more like vacations. I don’t think it was until 2001 that we pulled our heads out of the sand and were like, “What are we doing?”

It’s absolutely imperative for the parents and the typical kids to have time by themselves, to go out to dinner or even go on vacation while someone else cares for the autistic child.

The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.

I’m not an employee who goes to the office every morning at the same time. Then, vacations are needed.

Temporary release from work, through vacations, becomes more welcome, more pleasurable, even more necessary, as we grow older.

The majority of the time, you go out to eat with your teammates, then rest for the next day’s game. It’s not a vacation – most guys view the road as a business trip.

It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.