Quotes About Alienation

Chuck Palahniuk

The toughest detail to deal with was the loneliness.

Es lo que ocurre en los casos de insomnio. Todo es muy lejano: la copia de la copia de una copia. No puedes tocar nada y nada puede tocarte. El insomnio te distancia de todo.

Die vagabundierende Physiologie dieser shoppenden, fressenden, herumhurenden Klumpen belebten Fleischs, sie schändet einen.

Tyler said he was nobody. Nobody cared if he lived or died, and the feeling was fucking mutual.

Chuck Palahniuk

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand. No, everybody

The insomnia distance of everything, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can't touch anything, and nothing can touch you.

I am Jack's wasted life.

The door to my boss's office is always closed now, and we haven't traded more than two words any day since he found the fight club rules in the copy machine and I maybe implied I might gut him with a shotgun blast. Just me clowning around, again.

My name's Mapo," the boy says. "Mesa Jar Jar.

The adults, though. They don't say much about him. Or to him. And no other Gungans come to see him, either. Nobody even says his name.

No, I just mean … I'm not into … this." "This?" Her scowl deepens and her teeth bare. "Aliens?" "Women." "Oh. Oh. " "Yes, oh." "Oh.

While most of us do have a deliberate strategy of creating deep, love-filled relationships with members of our family and our friends, in reality we invest in a strategy for our lives that we would never have aspired to: having shallow friendships with many but deep friendships with none; becoming divorced, sometimes repeatedly; and having children who feel alienated from us within our own homes, or who are raised by a stepparent sometimes thousands of miles away.

Alone and in the silence, I sensed the purpleness - the formless, subtle personality of the things that owned this planet. There was a friendliness, I thought, but a repulsive friendliness, the fawning friendliness of some monstrous beast. And I was afraid.

The un-people, the anti-tribe, humanity's sack unpicked and sewn together again with the moon inside.

The Outsider is he who cannot accept life as it is, who cannot consider his own existence or anyone else's necessary. He sees 'too deep and too much'.

I've read Joyce and Sartre and Beckett and the rest, and every atom in me rejects what they say. They strike me as liars and fools. I don't think they're dishonest so much as hopelessly tired and defeated.

Our findings point more and more to the conclusion that the Outsider is not a freak, but is only more sensitive than the 'sanguine and healthy-minded

The Outsider is he who cannot accept life as it is, who cannot consider his own existence or anyone else's necessary. He sees 'too deep and too much'. It is still a question of self-expression.

For the Outsider, the world into which he has been born is always a world without values.. Unless he can evolve a set of values that will correspond to his own higher intensity of purpose, he may as well throw himself under a bus.

Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.

In America the quirk was that people were things.

Over time, Elwood saw that he was always simultaneously at home in whatever scene he found himself and also seemed like he shouldn't have been there; inside and above at the same time; a part and apart. Like a tree trunk that falls across a creek—it doesn't belong and then it's never not been there, generating its own ripples in the larger current.