Quotes About Displacement

The fact that I am a writer comes from the experience of being cut away from my roots and living in Venezuela, where I couldn't find a place for myself, for years and years.

Traveling a lot and touring, you're in and out of hotels, and you don't have any comforts around.

Whenever l've travelled l've found myself affected in conflicted ways. Sometimes the new experiences inspire a path of self discovery, but at other points those situations can highlight insecurities and bring about feelings of displacement.

I'm not sure I like the idea of polar bears under a palm tree.

Many times when we are talking about displacement, we talk about it within the frame of gentrification, which focuses on transitioning neighborhoods. But man, every city I've looked at, Milwaukee included, most evictions are right there, smack dab in ungentrifying, poor, segregated communities.

It's - the working class of San Francisco and the Bay Area is being pushed out of its old neighborhoods because of the skyrocketing cost of housing, and there's no real working class left because these are jobs for engineers and managers and designers - very smart people.

la atención se ha desplazado, por el contrario, de las vastas unidades que se describían como "épocas" o "siglos", hacia fenómenos de ruptura.

He thought: that's certainly how it starts. One day a person puts his legs up on a bench, then night comes and he falls asleep. That's how it happens that one fine day a person joins the tramps and turns into one of them.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one.

Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it's more forceful than that.

except my eyes had fallen right off the vista and landed on a black 1967 Chevy Impala. It didn't belong up here in the woods any more than Petite might've, but it was a beautiful car. Gary parked a few spaces down from it and I got out to walk circles around it. Kansas license plates. I patted the Impala's hood and mumbled, "Long way from home, aren't you, baby?" before reluctantly turning away.

The situation was rather like that of the mid-twentieth century, when the old vaudeville comedians – with their distinctive repertoire of hand-me-down material culled from many years of touring music halls – found themselves displaced by the university-educated satirists of the television age who wrote their own fresh material every week.

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.

To those who no longer have a homeland, writing becomes home

I didn't have just one place where I could say, 'That's my home.'

On one hand, I can say, you know, I had many family members - I had many people in my extended family who left right after Katrina, who relocated to different cities, right? Houston, Atlanta. Right? Most of them have come back.

My heart has jet lag.

For the first time, I feel just as sorry for my ma as for my dad. Everybody wants to go home, and no one can agree on where that is anymore.

It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams.

It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

I don't know where I've gone—where I've gone.' The world was cracking around me. I was so small. A flood of shame spilled from my eyes. 'I've lost myself—I'll never get out. Where's my island? Where's my island gone?

man who dropped into New York State on a carpetbag

For once desire is articulated in words it does not sit still, but displaces, drifting metonymically from one thing to the next. Desire is a product of language and cannot be satisfied with an object.

But the economy's out of control. Money just doesn't need human beings anymore. Most of us only get in the way.