Kirby Larson Quotes

In real life, I am alarmingly boring.

Being too good is apt to be uninteresting.

Basically, my life is so boring, it's embarrassing.

I thought that was actually kind of boring, that search for perfection.

My life is too mundane for anyone to write up.

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.

The ways in which most men get their living, that is, live, are mere makeshifts, and a shirking of the real business of life,--chiefly because they do not know, but partly because they do not mean, any better.

A busy life is a wasted life.

Someone once described the information business as exactly the opposite of sex. When it's good, it's still lousy.

If you're a nobody, if your work has no impact, then it deserves to be praised. If, however, you climb out of that state of mediocrity and are a success, then your defying 'the law' and deserve to be punished.

He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.

Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time.

Alfred Nobel - pitiable half-creature, should have been stifled by humane doctor when he made his entry yelling into life. Greatest merits: Keeps his nails clean and is never a burden to anyone. Greatest fault: Lacks family, cheerful spirits, and strong stomach. Greatest and only petition: Not to be buried alive. Greatest sin: Does not worship Mammon. Important events in his life: None.

It is a tragedy that most of us die before we have begun to live.

Life is like a Ferrari, it goes too fast. But that's ok, because you can't afford it anyway.

Life just wants to be; but it doesn't want to be much.

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.

It has begun to occur to me that life is a stage I'm going through.

Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.

Perfectionism is boring and doesn't exist-to strive for it makes you uninteresting.

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.

Anticlimax is, of course, the warp and way of things. Real life seldom structures a decent denouement.

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.

Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.