“I still love what I do and I’ve done OK over the years … You’re a long time retired and anyway, I’d get bored.”

In hindsight everything is much clearer.

I always look on the bright side of everything. If you keep aiming for some goal, you usually get there if you don’t give up.

I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted, or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored.

Texting is addicting. Once you get emotionally involved with constant outside stimulation assaulting your brain, it is hard to stop looking at your machine every two minutes. Without rapid fire words appearing on a screen, you feel bored, not part of the action.

I mean, if I was living to please people, I’d have never been in a band at all. I wouldn’t have anything awesome around. I’d just be bored.

When I was a kid, we sat around the house. If I got bored, I’d have to figure out something to do.

I guess when I’m frightened or in pain or maybe very bored I’ve tried to hold myself together by imposing a narrative order on the experience as it happens.

If I’m away from painting for a week, I get bored.

Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one’s self to be bored.

Life is too short to spend it being angry, bored, or dull.