This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul ... its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
You may have gathered that I am not the most cheerful of revellers - some characterise me as the death and soullessness of any party but it wasn't always so, believe me.
To some people the ego is evil. It gives you so much. It gives you everything you want. But it takes back too much in return. It gives you everything: money, riches, women, glamour, everything you want. But in return it takes back so much, and you're soulless. That's its goal. The ego's goal is to leave you soulless.
The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh.
In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.
Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul.
It seems to be saying perpetually; 'I am the end of the nineteenth century; I am glad they built me of iron; let me rust.' ... It is like a passing fool in a crowd of the University, a buffoon in the hall; for all the things in Paris has made, it alone has neither wits nor soul.
Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place.
If economic progress means that we become anonymous cogs in some great machine, then progress is an empty promise.
I enjoy vanity . But I can't stick to any of that lifestyle for too long because, when its true colors come out, it's empty and cold and soulless.
Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.
Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.
Windows are the eyes of the soulless
I wanted somebody who had a heart and a soul, because Joe Carroll is soulless. There was nothing in there. He was a vacuum of a man.
From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.
People look at you and see a product. They don't see a soul. They see an empty hole.
It would be foolish to describe the logistics hub as merely ugly, for it has the horrifying, soulless, immaculate beauty characteristic of many of the workplaces of the modern world.
If there is excitement in their lives, it is contained in the figures on the profit and loss sheet. What an indictment.
CDs, too. Totally corporate. They look real cheap and soulless and they don't smell of anything.
