John Prine Quotes

I was really not into school. Everything was distracting to me. I would have a beat in my head or a song. I was always not paying attention, just daydreaming.

I think we're glazing eyes all across America.

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

I was bored at school and bored in a lot of the kitchens. It seemed like all I was doing was putting things into saute pans.

If Everton were playing down the bottom of my garden, I'd draw the curtains.

We can be bought, but we can't be bored.

School, I never truly got the knack of. I could never focus on things I didn't want to learn.

Writing bores me so.

I really don't feel like playing anymore.

Boredom, after all, is a form of criticism.

Classes were incredibly boring. I took to dreaming. They took to punishing me. I was always working off punishments for not doing what I was supposed to do.

Work appealed to me; school did not. I was a disinterested, bored student.

I suppose that I'm easily bored.

I can't think of anything worse than to be stuck in something that I've already lost interest in.

I was a daydreamer. Teachers kept telling me to pay attention.

I was an appalling person to teach. At 14, I was pretty advanced. I would read all the books in a few minutes, and I was bored. It must have been awful for a teacher to have a bright boy who's giving them his undivided indifference.

I only complained in school, as I did not like studying.

Whenever I meet my friends, we talk about our teachers.

Church always seemed the same. Jess could tune it out the same way he tuned out school, with his body standing up and sitting down in unison with the rest of the congregation but his mind numb and floating, not really thinking or dreaming but at least free.

He thinks about his teacher in his literary class, he's staring at her legs.

I loathed school. I don't have an academic mind, and besides I was so bored by my teachers! How teachers can take a child's inventiveness and say yes, yes, in that pontifical way of theirs, and smother everything!

He tried to listen to the conversations going on at the table and he found that he could no longer concentrate on what anyone was saying and which was worse that he was not interested in any of what he was able to hear.

Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.

Nothing is as boring as other people's dreams.

Been there, done that, seen it, heard it, pissed on it.