Steven Wright Quotes

I feel I was always daydreaming, and I was always distracted.

A good listener is usually thinking about something else.

I have always had trouble paying attention. When I was supposed to be at work, I'd be doodling. But then when I was home, trying to draw, I would be working on math problems. I never end up doing exactly what I should be doing at at any given time.

I get in that zone, even if I'm relaxing or whatever, where I just zone out. I don't even hear anybody. You could ask me a question five times, and I don't even hear it.

It is one of the oddest things in the world that you can read a page or more and think of something utterly different.

My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.

I've learned to look like I'm listening to long confusing plots of cartoons and comic books when I'm actually sound asleep or making grocery shopping lists in my head.

You'd think that radio was around long enough that someone would have coined a word for staring into space.

When you're a creative person, there are just times when you're not listening. You know, I could be looking right at you and thinking about something else.

Our minds have a tendency to wander. To duck and feint and keep us at a slight remove from the moment at hand.

I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.

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

My brain is just so busy. I'm inattentive; I'm a daydreamer: the space cadet kind.

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'm bad at a ton of things. I'm bad at sitting still. I'm bad at basketball. My worst habit is that while people are talking, I will already be thinking three other things. It's rude. Sometimes if the person is very in tune and they notice, they're like "Where are you right now?"

..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

I let my mind wander and it didn't come back.

I daydream just like everybody else. I just do it with my body facing the field, so everybody thinks I'm paying attention.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.

I was the only kid who anybody I knew has ever seen actually walk into a lamppost with his eyes wide open. Everybody assumed that there must be something going on inside, because there sure as hell wasn't anything going on on the outside!

I'm kind of scatterbrain and all over the place at times.

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.