The trouble with telling a good story is that it…

The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from…

— Richard Dawkins

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I…

— Arthur Conan Doyle

To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry…

— Clifton Fadiman

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To…

— Joe Hill

Whether one is twenty, forty, or sixty; whether one has succeeded, failed or just muddled along; whether yesterday was full of sun or storm,…

— Leigh Mitchell Hodges

I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity…

— Heidi Julavits

The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion,…

— Tom Robbins

Soothing words can become just another drug we swallow to dull our pain.

— Beth Moore

Perhaps it is this theory of all work and no play that has made the Marxist such a very dull boy.

— Herbert Read

'You spin in the sky, the world spins under you, and you step from land to land, while we . . .' She turned…

— Samuel R. Delany

Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know-and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use…

— Isaac Asimov

The most fascinating powers don't mean a thing if the guy's poorly motivated or dull, and the most generic powers won't hurt a well-motivated…

— Kurt Busiek

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after…

— Henry David Thoreau

A good movie can take you out of your dull funk and the hopelessness that so often goes with slipping into a theatre; a…

— Pauline Kael

A thrumming of piano-strings beyond the gardens and through the elms. At length the melody steals into my being. I know not when it…

— Henry David Thoreau