Quotes About Monotony

When I'm doing a book tour in the States, I'll wake up in the room sometimes in an anonymous chain hotel, and I don't know where I am right away. I'll go to the window, and it doesn't help there either, especially if you're in an anonymous strip and it's the usual Victoria's Secret, Gap, Chili's, Applebee's.

For my parents, leaving the close social quarters of Abilene was like getting out of jail. They were not true West Texans; they had not come to love the unending monotony of mesquite barrens or the high, hot blue sky that made sunsets a matter of prayerful thankfulness.

Some people end up becoming just a conservator of the one thing they did and making sure they get their merch out and all that.

If you do the same thing too often, it gets to be the only thing you can do.

There are all sorts of reasons why I don't do much work in the theatre, the main one being that after two performances I feel I've given all I can. I hate repetition, I really do. It's like asking a painter to paint he same picture every day of his life.

Most people are in a factory from nine till five. Their job may be to turn out 263 little circles. At the end of the week they're three short and somebody has a go at them. On Saturday afternoons they deserve something to go and shout about.

The sunlight bores the daylights out of me

I fancy there's a new one: Notes on the Tedium of Places-comprising almost everywhere.

in the despair of routine any aberration is a radiant signal.

But in the despair of routine any aberration is a radiant signal.

hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.

At ninety-eight point six everything is boring. Yet

When you are successful every day, success loses its value.

Her mind seemed to have no room for anything but the crowded eventlessness of her everyday life.

Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

the living death of safety and stagnation.

I take on the dullness of the landscape, the torpid heat of the day, the barren vista of rocks, the anonymous stream of humanity that sluices back and forth through city after city endlessly and ceaselessly. I am protean, to the point of disease.

Actually, I jade very quickly. Once is usually enough. Either once only, or every day. If you do something once it's exciting, and if you do it every day it's exciting. But if you do it, say, twice or just almost every day, it's not good any more.

Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.

THIS is all desperately tedious

History tells us that some things never change. One of these things is: history bores a lot of people.

Sometimes the monotony of bingo and sing alongs, ancient dusty people parked in the hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death, particularly when -- remember that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless chotski.

Once, this had been the life I'd wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn't believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I'd never known anything else.

My dreams were dull as my everyday life.