Quotes About Mundane

hard to believe that the world had ended and yet somehow these ridiculous activities kept grinding on.

An unheroic and unpublicized scene.

And Hislop?' said Lymond softly. 'Don't sound so aggrieved. There are no rewards, celestial or mundane, for the best display of pure, bloody inquisitiveness.' Which drove Ludovic d'Harcourt to a deduction, five minutes later, as Daniel Hislop marched into his room. 'Let me make a guess. He is awake.' 'He's awake. The honeymoon,' said Danny, 'is over.

The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.

Mostly harmless

Earth: mostly harmless

the trivial inevitabilities of life, but there were others.

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It's so hard to balance in our minds the knowledge that 'the world' is mundanely 'a planet.' The former is so holy; the latter merely a science project.

He was a small shrunken little man, so nondescript as to be practically nonexistent.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.

If you haven't noticed yet, working sucks. Unless you are a racecar driver or an astronaut or Beyonce, working is completely and utterly devoid of awesome. It is hard, it lasts all day, the lighting is generally fluorescent, and, apparently, drinking at your desk is frowned upon. If you ever needed to ruin someone's fun, I mean really poop a party, just move things to the workplace. Fun terminated.

Most of it meant nothing—the daily output of a grinding bureaucracy speaking to itself.

Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It's never when you're looking at old pictures.

If you wanted to watch me work, it would be totally boring. It would look like a Warhol film where nothing happens. I sit for 24 hours, then I scratch myself.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we're so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

Because of its increasing triviality, everyday life has gradually become our central preoccupation

I'm like a Dilbert cartoon.

My dreams are things like: I'm in the supermarket, I queue, and then I leave the supermarket. It's basically my life but I happen to be asleep.

I'm a normal person and I don't have superpowers! I do normal things, too.

I am not really superstitious - I get ready in the same order pretty much every day. I'm afraid I'm a bit boring like that.

It may come as a surprise to people, but I'm actually quite boring and normal. What do I do? I read books. I drive my kid to school. I have lunch with my wife. I pick my kid up from school. I go home.

I have a pretty normal life, surprisingly.

A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)