I am sick of the governessy attitude of our age, which is coming to be more genuinely presumptuous, nosier and more busybody than the Victorian.

I don't know how it is, but I am so tired of commonplace happiness and commonplace goals.

I am growing old enough not to care much for the MANNER of doing things.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.

The whole drama of the world is such tragedy that I am weary of the spectacle.

I am sick of having opinions. I am sick of talking.

I'm sick of my own romanticism!

You were sick of sentimentality, of the moralism, maneuvering, and malice that comes with it.

I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.

I am tired of safe places, and roofs, and walls around me.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I am sick and tired of reality refusing to conform to the requirements of my meticulously-researched near-future or proximate-present fictions.

Musically I was fed up with the virtuoso thing. Our gigs had become nothing more than an excuse for us to show off as individuals, and any sense of unity we might have had when we started seemed to have gone out the window.