David Giuntoli Quotes

I kind of think too much, I try do too many things at once.

It seems like I'm thinking 400 hours a day; that's kind of how it feels.

I had repeatedly accepted inappropriate burdens, stepping in to do what needed to be done. In retrospect, I think I carried them well, but the cost was that I was chronically overloaded, weary, and short of time for politicking, smoothing ruffled feathers, and simply resting.

There is simply too much to think about.

Multi-taskers often think they are like gym rats, bulking up their ability to juggle tasks, when in fact they are like alcoholics, degrading their abilities through over-consumption.

It is a profoundly erroneous truism, repeated by all copy books and by eminent people when they are making speeches, that we should cultivate the habit of thinking of what we are doing. The precise opposite is the case. Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking about them.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

We spend the early years feeding our brains with information and the latter half trying not to think about it all.

Americans of all backgrounds and in all kinds of circumstances are stressed out by feeling overwhelmed and being over-committed.

There are moments when mental overload can render words impossible.

We're making more and more decisions every day. I think a lot of us feel overloaded by the process.

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.

I got kind of tired of playing, I think. But I think it will be part of my life again, maybe.

Thinking very hard about the same problem for several hours can produce a severe fatigue, close to a breakdown. I never really experienced a breakdown, but have felt "strange inside" two or three times during my life.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

No, I said. I didn't remember that. There was so much to remember, sometimes the best thing was to forget.

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.

I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.

Champions don’t do extraordinary things. They do ordinary things, but they do them without thinking, too fast for the orther team to react. They follow the habits they’ve learned.

Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.

Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.

What are you thinking? Nothing. I mean...a lot of things. Kind of all at once.

But down through the centuries, man has developed a mind that separates him from the world of reality, the world of natural laws. This mind tries too hard, wears itself out, and ends up weak and sloppy. Such a mind, even if of high intelligence, is inefficient. It drives down the street in a fast-moving car and thinks its at the store, going over a grocery list. Then it wonders why accidents occur.

I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird.