Love Quote by Douglas Adams

Adams turns procrastination into a special effect: deadlines don’t arrive with moral authority, they streak past like a comic prop, leaving behind that humiliating little gust of air. The line works because it refuses the productivity culture premise that time is stern, linear, and ultimately conquerable. Instead, time becomes slapstick. The “love” is obviously performative; what he really loves is the fantasy of being the kind of person who could afford to love deadlines, who can watch obligation miss its mark and still keep smiling.

The verb choice is the tell. Deadlines aren’t met or missed; they “fly by,” as if Adams is standing still while the world’s expectations do the moving. That reverses the usual shame narrative. Procrastination isn’t framed as failure of character but as an aesthetic experience: sound, motion, timing. The “whoosh” is also a dodge - a way to convert anxiety into sensory comedy, the same alchemy that runs through his fiction, where cosmic dread is best handled with a towel and a joke.

Context matters: Adams was famously slow, perfectionist, and chronically battling the blank page, even as he wrote about bureaucratic absurdity and the insignificance of human plans. The line is self-portrait and cultural critique at once. It admits, with a grin, that modern work asks us to treat arbitrary dates as sacred. Adams responds like a satirist: by treating them as birds, and letting them migrate.