Quotes About Disconnection

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief.

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing...this didn't change anything.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable - I simply am not there.

conversation continued. I was the one who felt his frustration and the betrayal. He actually pushed away from

will eventually find myself an isolated misanthrope

Take a bridge away, and people become islands. That's what has happened in this country now. The bridges that used to exist between us have been swamped and destroyed. Those bridges are overrun. They are burned down and blasted. And now, all across America, every day is post-Hurricane Katrina.

First, creativity thrives on isolation and disconnection. Studies of creativity for two decades have found a consistent pattern: Those facing adversity often suffer from social exclusion, a sense of being ostracized from society, and a feeling of being out of sync or out of touch with those around them. These attitudes, in turn, give these individuals more freedom to take risks, to experiment, to explore means of expression outside the social mainstream.

We get along fine. In return for food and shelter, they give me unconditional indifference.

I soon found myself becoming indifferent to people. A well cynicism rose in me. Conversations all sounded as if they had been recorded years ago and were being played back on a turntable.

Everybody's not going to like jazz, let's just be honest about it. Everybody doesn't like everything. There's a disconnect in generations and some people just aren't going to feel that music.

I usually kept everybody at arm's distance.

I got kicked out of every school I ever went to.

I've lived in LA for so long, I don't even know what is real and what isn't any more.

What I worry about is the lack of understanding in society around the world that there is a divide in the world between those who have and those who do not.

When you become a streetwalker, you don't write home very much.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

Do you ever feel like you're not even friends with sme of your friends?

We were two sets of people inhabiting the same space, each set going about its affairs as if the other were not there.

We walk to the parking lot, and he says, "Did something happen back there? Did I say something wrong? I thought it was going very well until suddenly it wasn't." I say, "I just don't like you," and I get in my car.

El cuerpo no sintió dolor pero solo porque el cuerpo no estaba.

When I was 5, he said, my family forgot & left me at the fair. I wandered around in the bright sounds & smells of hot sawdust & cotton candy for hours. It was already too late by the time my parents found me. I haven't been fit for decent society since.

Anonymous sex, he wrote, 'only deepens one's sense of loneliness and solves nothing.

It was quiet in the balcony. I often liked to sit up there and think about pellet stoves and then with my thumbs type my blog on my cell phone. My mother and the minister had no idea I was sitting right above them. This is a good thing to remember in this life: no one ever looks up.