Haruki Murakami. Kafka on the shore (№ 116230)

But the more I get people who lack imagination. Such T. S. Eliot called "hollow". The lack of imagination, the void they stop dead straw and walk yourself through the world, without noticing. And its immunity, deafness, under the guise of empty words, trying to impose on others. <...> Yes, if you're anyone: gay, lesbian, normal, like most people, feminist, fascist pig, a Communist, and the hare Krishnas. Under any banner, please... I'm absolutely not concerned. Someone I don't like, is that such hollow people.