I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.

the patriotic or religious bumper stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers, who are usually talking on cell phones as they cut people off in order to get just twenty stupid feet ahead in the traffic jam...

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dulness. I need only suggest what kind of sermons are still listened to in the most enlightened countries. There are such words as joy and sorrow, but they are only the burden of a psalm, sung with a nasal twang, while we believe in the ordinary and mean.

People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.

Great people become great due to the framework, routines and habits they have set for themselves

There is comfort in routine.

After you've done a thing the same way for two years, look it over carefully After five years, look at it with suspicion. And after ten years, throw it away and start all over.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

Men fall into a routine when they are tired and slack: it has all the appearance of activity with few of its burdens.

Routine is the god of every social system; it is the seventh heaven of business, the essential component in the success of every factory, the ideal of every statesman. The social machine should run like clockwork.

If the human being is condemned and restricted to perform the same functions over and over again, he will not even be a good ant, not to mention a good human being.