We read to know we're not alone.
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.
The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.
You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with.
Without friends, no one would want to live, even if he had all other goods.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.
I’m not okay.