Rolf Harris Quotes

The only thing that would change would be the year, the names. It just got to be a repetitious life.

If you're constantly moving, you can get in a monotony that's just as equally boring as sitting still for a long period of time.

In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.

History repeats itself. That's one of the things wrong with history.

It's hard to do 'Monsoon' again and again and again.

I have a thing about inane lyrics - the world doesn't need them.

It's just a grind every single day.

I'm not a big songwriter guy. People who are really good singer-songwriters usually left me kind of cold.

A lot of rap music can get repetitive.

I actually keep having this one recurring dream where I'm a little number standing in a line of other numbers that look identical to me. Then there are more and more of these numbers that follow me, again and again and again. It's more of a nightmare.

Today's records, even though they may be lyrically repetitive and not saying anything particularly heavy, they have energy.

I just can't stand jazz/rock. I think it's the worst thing that's come down the river yet.

On day is pressed on by another.

You have to stop listening in categories. The music is either good or it's bad.

nothing in life is more corroding than habit.

it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It's just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it's just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.

As soon as we are born, if we could but get up, bath, dress, shave, breakfast once for all, if we could 'cut' these monotonous cycles of routine. If the sun rose it would stay up, or once we were alive we were immortal!

I try my best to find variety in what I'm doing, but there's a lot out there that's the same.

Repetition not for monotony but the ecstasy it induces.

The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.

Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.

All men are partially buried in the grave of custom, and of some we see only the crown of the head above ground. Better are the physically dead, for they more lively rot. Even virtue is no longer such if it be stagnant. A man's life should be constantly as fresh as this river. It should be the same channel, but a new water every instant.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

I'm not a big disco guy. Some of that English techno-poppy stuff wouldn't get me in the mood either.