There are no boring jobs, only boring men.
He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine – not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.
I like boring things.
The boring thing about being interesting is that you bore boring people.
Doing differently what’s already done is old and boring. Do something new, that’s yet to be done.
Envy of other people shows how they are unhappy. Their continual attention to others behavior shows how they are boring.
Your pony, he said as he stomped toward me. “I’m the farrier who is here to fix your pony.”
“I thought you were a Hells Angel,” I said.
“I used to be,” he replied. “But fighting all the time and being really drunk and nasty got boring. So now I just take care of animals.
The only people who are worth knowing are either saints, scoundrels or madmen; at least their conversation is always interesting. Sensible people are dull by definition, because they are always harping on to the same boring tune about everyday life. They form part of the crowd, the more intelligent part perhaps, but the crowd for all that, and I’m sick of them.
There are just two directions in life, the one which is safe but boring, and the other which is delicate but exciting. Now ask yourself, which path will you go?