“The more my thoughts wander the harder it gets- everything feels so disconnected. Me and my work, me and the factory, me and society. There's always something in the way. It's like we're touching, but we are not. What am I doing here? I've been living on this planet for more than twenty years, and I still can't talk properly, can't do anything that a machine can't do better.” WorkEmploymentMeaningBoredomSignificanceEnnuiDisconnection Society Book:The Factory Source: The Factory
“We meet at school, or work, or maybe a store. Wherever it is, there's just a random group of individuals, right? Within that group, you find your mate. If you were in a different group, you' d end up with a different mate, right? But we never dwell on that. We live our lives in the groups we have - in our cities, our countries, even though we didn't choose them. Know what I mean? We like to tell ourselves it's love, that we're choosing our own partners. But in reality, we're just playing the cards we've been dealt.” HumanityRelationshipsHuman NatureHuman Book:Weasels in the Attic Source: Weasels in the Attic
“It's just, families are strange things, aren't they? You have this couple: one man, one woman. A male and a female, if you will. They mate, and why? To leave children behind. And what are the children supposed to do? Turn around and do the whole thing over again? Well, what do you do when what you've got isn't worth carrying on? The things people do for family.” ChildrenKidsFamilyParentsParents And ChildrenFamily RelationshipsHusband And WifeFamily QuotesCarrying OnMan And Woman Book:The Hole Source: The Hole
“Abrí la ventana y oí a las cigarras cantar. No sé si era porque estaba en el campo y había muchos árboles o por la influencia del clima de ese año, pero nunca las había oído con tanta intensidad. Era como si me hubiese tragado una y estuviese estridulando desde el interior de mi cuerpo. A la estridencia del sonido me acostumbraba enseguida, pero en cuanto advertía un cambio de ritmo y volvía mi atención sobre ellas sentía que su canto se adhería a mi piel y me asfixiaba.” AutorasLiteratura JaponesaPremio Akutagawa Book:The Hole Source: The Hole