Staring Out The Window Quotes

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city." "There are no limits in war," Volger said, still staring out the window.

I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn’t sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it’s because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.

...there's nothing wrong with occasionally staring out the window and thinking nonsense, as long as the nonsense is yours.

My favorite pastime is staring out the window. When I go on tour, I can spend hours and hours just staring out the window, thinking about nothing. I love all that.

What no wife of a writer can ever understand...is that a writer is working when he's staring out the window.

I was just sitting on the train, just staring out the window at some cows. It was not the most inspiring subject. When all of a sudden the idea of Harry just appeared in my mind's eye.

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I stare out the window and wait for spring.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Let me tell you about my day. I get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. At 8:30 am, I leave the house and I arrive at my office at 8:37. I stay in the office until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I get in my Porsche and I'm home at 2:03 because the one-way streets make it faster for me to drive. And between 8:36 am and 2 pm, I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.