Quotes About Disconnection

I have no relationship to the French bourgeoisie. I don't like connecting with them.

I don't feel like I make sense in the world. I don't feel like I look right. I don't feel like I act right or do right. It's very frustrating to me that I just walk around with this all the time.

People never like me and I never like people

I wish I was friends with things, he said at last, but I'm not. I never had anything to be friends with, and I can't bear people.

Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

Lost among these entirely strange people.

Conversations bore me, to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to my soul.

I'll shut myself off from everyone to the point of insensibility. Make an enemy of everyone, speak to no one.

Your indifference is driving me crazy.

I have never connected with 'Gone With the Wind.' 'Lawrence of Arabia' leaves me cold.

I used to do my best thinking while staring out airplane windows. The seat-back video system put a stop to that. Now I sit and watch old' Friends' and 'Everybody Loves Raymond' episodes. Walking is good, but here again, technology has interfered. I like to listen to iTunes while I walk home. I guess I don't think anymore.

Texas has arguably the most extreme separation between the well off and everyday people in the United States.

There is nothing similar between the pharmaceutical and textile business.

I packed my bags and I moved to Bangkok, Thailand. I spent a year there like completely isolated, no Wi-Fi.

The one thing I couldn't identify with was the blue cowboy outfit he put on.

I've been hiding from the real world all my life.

Let them eat cake.

The novel is a haunting and subtly terrifying picture of the modern man who is truly a "stranger" to himself.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

We're even more dazed than usual. Here we sit, empty, bewildered, contented. We have nothing to talk about, because nothing happens to us anymore, we're too poor, maybe life is sick of us. Why not?

Those people were pushing life and night and day in front of them. Life hides everything from people. Their own noise prevents them from hearing anything else. They couldn't care less. The bigger and taller the city, the less they care. Take it from me. I've tried. It's a waste of time.

I thought of myself as missing.

Things are really fucked up right now. We hardly see each other anymore and when we do, we go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed