"Concrete Island" Quotes
A man gets stranded on a traffic island and struggles to survive in this gripping and surreal tale of urban isolation.
fiction | 176 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
The automobile was the symbol of social and sexual freedom, and it would become the basic weapon of isolation and silence.
He realized that he had been mistaken in thinking he was alone. The island was inhabited, but by whom and for how long?
He saw himself as the last person on earth, the sole survivor of some airborne catastrophe.
Each time he was caught up by the traffic he was reminded of the half-remembered dramas of his early life.
The island was a microcosm of the modern world, a technologically advanced society reduced to its simplest expression.
He felt that the island had been created as a miniature world, complete in itself, with its own natural laws and moral code.
He found himself wondering if the island was his own invention, the creation of his half-deranged mind.
The island was a vast jigsaw puzzle, its pieces scattered in his mind and waiting to be assembled.
He was trapped in the island, caught in a nightmare that seemed to have no end.
He knew that he was a prisoner, but he was unsure whether he was the jailer or the jailed.
