I love knitting because it’s something that can be accomplished no matter how poorly it’s going at any given moment. It’s a triumph of dexterity over string. I can’t make my kids turn out the way I want; I have no control over my editor; world peace remains elusive despite my very best efforts; but all of that be damned — I can put a heel in a sock and it will go exactly the way I want it to go. Eventually, at least.
Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter, p. xiii