“They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.”
“Half a century goes by in what seems like a year. Don't waste an hour in boredom, son, or wishing for tomorrow.”
“...childhood boredom is a special kind of boredom. It is a boredom full of dreams, a sort of projection into another place, into another reality. In adulthood boredom is made of repetition, it is the continuation of something from which we are no longer expecting any surprise.”
“Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.”
“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.”
“Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content.”