A Quote by Damon Albarn

I like to put my iPad on the window and leave it there for however long the journey is, so that I'm staring out, and it's staring out. We're kind of staring out together. It's very poetic to me, watching that absent-minded passing of time. You realize how much you've taken in. What is left of that memory of you staring out of the window for an hour? It's all on the iPad.
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.
I spend most flights staring out into that endless cloudscape and watching the planet drift by below. I never understand people who close the window shade. There's magic out there.
As a writer, I'm mostly at my desk, staring out my window. No one sees me.
The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.
I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.
I'm the guy who spends 15 minutes staring out of the window wondering what to have for lunch.
I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect.
...there's nothing wrong with occasionally staring out the window and thinking nonsense, as long as the nonsense is yours.
I'd happily just stay on the road. Getting home from America, sitting in my kitchen with a cup of tea, staring out of the window is pretty depressing. I didn't have a tour manager to tell me what to do so I had to start reaching out to people and making plans. That was hard. You become very vegetable-y.
My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
I was very dreamy. Insular. I'm always amazed I survived adolescence at all and wasn't squashed flat by a juggernaut. Gaping, I think was my main skill. Staring out of the window.
I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.
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.
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.
What no wife of a writer can ever understand...is that a writer is working when he's staring out the window.
I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it's not watching television, I'll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there's the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actually, no. It's vacant space. I'm thinking about the laundry.
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