Quotes About Disconnection

We live in times where the speed of our life is increasing but leading us nowhere.

Charles Manson loved the Beatles but didn't understand them. Governor Chris Christie loves Bruce Springsteen but doesn't understand him. And Paul Ryan is clueless about his favorite band, Rage Against the Machine.

I was standing onstage last year, and I felt like I wanted to be somewhere else. No matter how many people were out there, it all just felt like a blank sheet of paper.

Modern man has both feet firmly planted in mid-air

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

A great gulf, however, has been opened between man's material advance and his social and moral progress, a gulf in which he may one day be lost if it is not closed or narrowed.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

But even though I like having sex with you, I think you're kind of a huge asshole, and I don't want to have to talk to you again.

I'm not here, This isn't happening

I don't really use the Internet or the newspapers to find out about people.

There are certain nights you and your image just aren't in the same bed.

I have no connection to Chicago.

Whether it's in health and education, or the quality of local infrastructure, there's no doubt that a chasm exists between various parts of the U.K.

My old mother, she has no idea what's going on in this world.

I meet celebrities all the time, but I have no idea who they are because I don't watch television.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

It made him different, and because he was different he felt uncomfortable, and because he felt uncomfortable he could feel himself floating away for everyone and everything.

Quando sei infelice, secondo me, tutto nel mondo - leggere, mangiare, dormire - ha chiuso dentro qualcosa, da qualche parte, che serve a renderti ancora più infelice

Connor stared at his arm, at the huge black burn, the peeling and bubbling skin. He felt oddly detached from it all, as if he looked at some little wonder behind glass. "Would you look at that?" he said, and passed out.

A guy's calling to say he's failing algebra II. Just as a point of practice, I say, Kill yourself. A woman calls and says her kids won't behave. Without missing a beat, I tell her, Kill yourself. A man calls to say his car won't start. Kill yourself. A woman calls to ask what time the late movie starts. Kill yourself. She asks, Isn't this 555-1327? Is this the Moorehouse CinePlex? I say, Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.

A hotel, he told me, was a big house where a lot of people lived and ate and slept, but no one knew each other. He said that described most families in the outside world.

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

My hands are numb. I can't feel my face. My tongue be­longs to some­body else.