Quotes About Solitude

Honestly, I find writing to be a very lonely job.

I prefer to stay in if I have a choice. I lose energy being around people. I know that sounds horrible.

I was forbidden to talk to my fellow hostages.

Every holiday on the calendar, I check in a hotel and fast - I don't eat, I don't drink, I don't talk.

I behave. I lock myself in my hotel room every night.

Fortunately, I like hotel rooms.

From the age of 31, I have lived in hotels.

Every year, I would spend weeks at a time in the hotels of distant cities.

When I'd travel by myself on airplanes and stay at hotels, I spent most of my days just watching movies.

I don't get to go out but an hour a day.

Success doesn't find you when you're alone in your house.

My dream is to be on my boat. Or on an island. Or in my house in the country. That's my dream.

It's hard to have a friend when your name's a household word.

I don't like being in houses alone.

Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it.

When you hear that howl alone at night in the forest, it's one of the most frightening sounds you'll ever hear.

I spent a huge amount of time by myself. I daydreamed and learned how to be alone and not be lonely.

As a human being, you know that there are some days when you'd rather not talk to anybody - but I can't really do that anymore without appearing rude.

When you go a week without seeing a human face, that does something to you.

When I write, I don't like to be around any humans.

He hadn't abused alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at the wall, the window blind, and the TV screen.

The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say.

The hermit Anthony once told me that a monk is like a fish: take him out of his element and he dies. Silence is his element. In silence you can trade this shoddy world for Heaven.

Sometimes it is all too loud.