Quotes About Disconnection

People are always separable.

i am constantly telling him that i'm not sure the laws of sex and the city apply when there's no sex and there's no city, but then he looks at me like i'm throwing spiked darts at the heart-shaped helium balloons that populate his mind, so i let it go

I could relate to Miss Lucy because her life made absolutely no sense.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger. Why do we feel we need that disconnect to connect?

In my brief glimpse of what is to come I realize how little I care to witness it. I have seen the future and I'm fairly relieved to say, it looks nothing like me.

I reached Odell convinced that if I never spoke to another human being for the rest of my life, it would be too soon.

I felt I was losing track of my physical location, rising above my body, viewing my life from a very distant point, hovering over it.

One album has absolutely nothing to do with the other.

Today, at the close of Thurman's century, those people who live most obviously with their backs against the wall—for instance, the homeless, the working and jobless poor, the substance abused and abusers, the alienated, misguided, and essentially abandoned young people—are rarely within hearing or seeing range of the company of Jesus' proclaimed followers.

booths—all empty; she saw people who could not even read thrust arms, hands, fingers through the press of bodies around the news-vendors' machines to tear a sheet fresh off the printer and struggle to understand just what it was in those squiggling lines that was standing the world on its head.

I dreamt I had entered the body of a hog, that I could not easily get out again, and that I was wallowing in the filthiest slime. Was it a kind of reward? My dearest wish had been granted; I no longer belonged to mankind.

disarray, but nothing like the ones downstairs.

London as cell, jail, and favor. London meant "not living in England while living in England,

The salesmen bought me perfume and invited me to lunch. But they couldn't talk to me about why families of guajiros slept in the city's parks under flashing Coca-Cola signs. Those men only murmured sweet nonsense to me, trying in vain to flatter me.

Sometimes people don't answer because they didn't hear you. Other times it's because they don't want to hear you.

She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls' hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

It was his choice rather than mine for I found Ned a depressing companion and although I needed a friend badly I knew that I could never be really friendly with Ned. To be friends with a person you must be able to share his interests and he must be able to share yours. Ned's interests were different from mine and he did not care a brass pin what my interests were. In addition, Ned was an inveterate borrower.

When I was in New York, the whole vibe was really just not matching with me. I was kind of super depressed in New York. It just had this vibe of 'Get out,' you know? I would try to get out, and we'd look back and just see the city and feel like, 'Oh, I have to go back to prison again.'

Owen had apologized for his harsh words, but the contrition felt hollow, because so were his feelings.

Things could be worse is wearing thin. I'm exhausted. I'm confused. I am effectively talking to the air.

What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things

We are talking only to ourselves. We are not talking to the rivers, we are not listening to the wind and stars. We have broken the great conversation. By breaking that conversation we have shattered the universe. All the disasters that are happening now are a consequence of that spiritual "autism.

I would like to give her more. I would like to promise her that she will grow up with a sense of her cousins and of rivers and of her great-grandmother's teacups, would like to pledge her a picnic on a river with fried chicken and her hair uncombed, would like to give her home for her birthday, but we live differently now and I can promise her nothing like that.