Quotes About Isolation

drug deficiency." It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.

There was that same sense of being surrounded by the sleeping inhabitants of a waking world he had no interest in visiting or knowing, of dull business temporarily suspended, of futility and repetition soon to wake again.

and he lived in the trailer down by the creek.

is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly.

When Lowbeer wished a conversation in public to be private, which she invariably did, London emptied itself around her.

He drinks the vodka. He watches television. And every passing face is masked, mouths and nostrils concealed behind filters.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. It's not like I'm using, Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. It's like my body's developed this massive drug defi- ciency. It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke.

What I mean is... maybe it's only us...

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued. If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.

The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you?' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?

And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on. Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. 'Cos I had some sense.

Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don't know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. [...] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He's got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it's only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum.

I only wanted to keep up a fire!

Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Cos I had some sense.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

Yet I was wound up. I tick. I exist. I am poised eighteen inches over the black rivets you are reading, I am in your place, I am shut in a bone box and trying to fasten myself on the white paper. The rivets join us together and yet for all the passion we share nothing but our sense of division.

The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.

I cried out not with hope of an ear but as accepting a shut door, darkness and a shut sky.

Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out towards the open sea.