Saturday, 22 June 2013

But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T.S. Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they are doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don’t want to.

Murakami, Kafka On The Shore, page 167

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