PSY Quotes

I truly love 'Gangnam Style.' I guess it's a meme. I feel like it's one of the few times where the meme and the quality combines nicely.

I'm proud to say I've never listened to that 'Gangnam Style.'

That's why 'Gangnam Style' works. If someone handsome uses that phrase it's just awkward. But if someone like me uses it, it's funny.

I like to be working and moving - the worst thing you can do to me is stick me in a room all day while you're lighting a shot. That just kills me.

Before 'Gangnam Style' I was not a good attitude artist.

I've been giving interviews for the last 25 or 30 years, more often than not answering the same questions over and over again, ad nauseum.

It can take the uninitiated a minute to realize that 'Gangnam Style' is satire.

I get tired of myself pretty fast.

I'm getting tired of answering the same questions every day.

I don't want to sound like a broken record but I do tire of the reality TV thing.

I'm over twerking.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

Boredom makes me sleepy or restless.

Extreme boredom provides its own antidote.

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again.

Boredom forces you to ring people you haven’t seen for eighteen years and halfway through the conversation you remember why you left it so long. Boredom means you start to read not only mail-order catalogues but also the advertising inserts that fall on the floor. Boredom gives you half a mind to get a gun and go berserk in the local shopping centre, and you know where this is going. Eventually, boredom means you will take up golf.

I felt the sort of soaring, ceilingless tedium that transcends tedium and becomes worry.

Can we move this conversation along, I'm getting frightfully tired of 'hoa'.

I grow ominously tired of official confinement. Thirty years have I served the Philistines, and my neck is not subdued to the yoke. You don't know how wearisome it is to breathe the air of four pent walls without relief day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four without ease or interposition ... these pestilential clerk-faces always in one's dish. O for a few years between the grave and the desk!

What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

Stuck in speed bump city/Where the only thing that's pretty/Is the thought of getting out.

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

In all education the main cause of failure is staleness.

Boredom, Timothy Duane assured me, is nothing more than anger without passion.