B. F. Skinner Quotes

It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.

It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring." "You've only been here for two days." "And that's been more than enough. The only thing keeping me alive is that he keeps a hefty supply of liquor on hand. But at the rate I'm going, that'll be gone by the weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm climbing the walls." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus.

I'm not afraid of hard work. I like it! It's the other bit - the not working - I find more problematic. If I'm not busy, I just get antsy. I've been this way since I was a child. Sitting still is like torture for me.

If I'm not doing anything, I get really antsy and bored.

If I stay in one mindset or place for too long, I get crazy.

The more I get used to my life, the more restless I become.

That routine thing is not comforting to me. It's the opposite to that.

I don't like not being busy.

I find it quite unsettling if I'm doing the same thing that I did yesterday.

I hate resting. I feel restless. My preference is to be working.

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

I get restless very easily; I don't like to do the same thing twice.

I get dissatisfied really easily, and I have to constantly keep moving; I have to constantly keep doing things. I find it very hard to switch off.

It's weird because if I'm not doing anything, I get antsy. I feel like I always have to be doing something.

If I lounge around for too long, I get really bored. I have to be doing something.

You're so used to being on the road and having a schedule that the insanity seeps in when you're sitting at home and there's nothing going on that day.

My fear is getting stuck doing the same thing over and over.

I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.

I don't like being in one place too long. Five days just about does it for me because I have a very low threshold for boredom.

Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice.

The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.

Are people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn't have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You waited for it to rain, you waited for it to stop. You waited to eat and then you waited to eat again. You waited in a shrink's office with a bunch of psychos and you wondered if you were one.

Paintin's not important. What's important is keepin' busy.