Dave Eggers Quotes

I'm fed up of doing run-of-the-mill stuff.

I'm sick of the treadmill.

I can't do the same thing every night, the same gestures... it's like putting on dirty panties every day.

Long-term boredom can't lead to anything good.

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

How does one get bored of life?

I get tired of myself pretty fast.

If you do anything for too long, it starts to lack edge, to become too easy. Easy is the kiss of death.

I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket.

I get quite fed up being on a film set day after day, six days a week. It can get to be a grind.

It got to be so easy that I was actually disappointed.

I have just gotten to the point where I have been very, very disgusted with the fact that nothing is going on down there.

The glamour wears off and it soon becomes a job

You do something, the same thing over and over again for a long time, you're gonna feel like crap.

I don't like to do the same songs every night for a week. I just... it's boring and tiring and frustrating basically.

Doing the same thing in the same way year after year is like eating a quail a day for thirty days. Along toward the middle of the month a fellow begins to long for a broiled crow or a slice of cold dog.

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.

Always the same thing.

You don't want to get into doing the same thing, over and over again. I know I don't.

Routine is supposed to be the great deadener of souls; how much worse is the half-completed task, the broken round, the unfulfilled routine?

I've never been a suicidal person. I've never been someone to want to see the world come to an end. But I would like to see something different than what I'm seeing. Because it is becoming a monotonous - as if you're watching re-runs of things you've already seen.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy.

I envy Pete Sampras's dullness. I wish I could emulate his spectacular lack of inspiration.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.