Quotes About Distraction

When you have fans who are hassling you the entire game and you ignore them, they respect you because their job is to try and distract you. And if they don't distract you, that means you're focused on doing your job. And who knows, by the end, sometimes you even win them over.

I love doing the dishes... not for the act of cleaning but because I get to put my headphones in, listen to music, and ignore the world for an hour, and it's totally acceptable because I'm cleaning.

Twitter is a cesspool but I find I can ignore most of the cess most of the time.

I really could've been a good student, but I was always hearing an imaginary audience.

The problem is I don't know anything or anyone. I am so focused on the immediate picture in front of me.

Perhaps the people of Twitter are more amenable to your babbling than your immediate family, but that doesn't necessarily make digital communication a beneficial distraction when we have an immediate social environment.

I'm not a big watcher of myself. You start looking at things you shouldn't be looking at that have nothing to do with anything of importance.

Everything I know about Facebook makes me want to avoid it. Twitter has really improved my reading habits.

There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could.

Sometimes in the past when I played something might make me lose focus, or I would go home after a game where I thought I could have played better and I would let it hang over my head for a long time when it shouldn't.

Don't get diverted by trying to do things for your own advancement. In other words, don't be lured into responding to incentives.

Red notification bubbles on any icon, including mail, drive me crazy.

It's better to be incognito because otherwise everyone is talking to you because they know you - and you can't concentrate on the training because everyone is talking to you.

For me as a person, friendships are incredibly important to me, but in writing, they can distract me.

Whenever Leslie wanted to talk about something else: basketball practice drills, vacationing in the Bahamas, Mari Carmen rerouted Leslie back to sex, the ultimate destination being March 1, 1989. To keep Mari as a friend, Leslie had to generate more and more sexual juice. When Leslie ran out of sexual anecedotes (truth or fable was anybody's guess), Mari would yawn audibly and end the conversation.

It was impossible to get a conversation going. Everyone was talking too much.

For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

Books became my life, or maybe I should say books became the way I escaped from my life.

I hold to fiction as a cure, or partial cure, or cause for hope, or essential distraction from the rain you wake up to, the doubts in your head, the daily desolation that you have not yet said what is most true, you have not yet crafted the story that reveals you. And therefore something waits. Therefore you must wake and you must write and you are not alone. Your fiction is with you.

All the young tech workers were still in their tech boxes or on their tech commuter buses with faces fixed to their screens doing their tech jobs. My catch-all phrase for whatever it was they did was Petting the Glass. Everywhere I looked nowadays people were Petting the Glass.

What's gotten into him?" "Five-Thirty," I called back. "I didn't ask the time," she called. "Get that dog out of there, and fill that hole in.

Discover what hinders or interrupts your attention and make a plan to reduce the distraction. Then put the plan into action.

A cat is there if you call her- if she doesn't have anything better to do.

The worst thing to do is to die while reading LIFE magazine.