I always think boredom is to some extent the fault of the bored.

“Do you deny it?” Grimani persisted. “That you went to Marchese Rinaldo's room to ask him about your notebook?” “Deny it? Only the greatest selfrestraint prevents me from laughing it out of countenance.”

You're much better than fireworks. They're all over in a moment, and you're going to stay for a fortnight. Besides, fireworks are noisy, and they make too much smoke.

He was not going to be dragged into other people´s business. He was going to plunge in headfirst.

I always think boredom is to some extent the fault of the bored.