Quotes About Isolation

I'm quite a loser. I've done nothing in my life for the past 12 years. I'd just eat, sleep, run and do nothing except shooting.

Some astronauts sleep in sort of beds - compartments that you can open up and crawl into and then close up, almost like a little bedroom.

I had what would now be called sleep paralysis, from six years old until maybe I was 16.

When I came out, it didn't go well. My dad kicked me out. I ended up sleeping in my car.

I really need to be alone. I can't deal with someone sleeping next to me.

We sleep very well in space. We have a sleeping bag each, and when you get into it, you float in the sleeping bag.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

I would be more at peace if I could just record music and slide it under the door.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

I'm in the strange position of the world drifting away from me, but you know what? I'm actually quite content with that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I don't feel like, 'Oh God, I'm being left behind.'

I think a lot of kids feel alone and slightly isolated and in their own world.

The comics work is very slow, and it basically involves working for sometimes years in isolation and not knowing how the work is going to be received.

One of my favorite movies that I've ever seen is '25th Hour.' I love it so much because it's simply about a guy who's going to jail for six years, and this slow, terrible day he has.

Before we had the Internet, we would either call or write to our friends, one at a time, and keep up with their lives. It was a slow process and took a lot of effort and time to learn about each other.

The cadence of life is slower in North Korea.

My siblings and I kept everything to ourselves, and rather than blowing up in an instant, my family broke apart slowly.

I'm broken from the inside. The depression that has slowly eaten away at me has finally consumed me, and I couldn't beat it.

A slug is always on its own. It's a lonely insect.

I could be imagining it, but I believe myself to have exchanged sly, understanding nods with other people I see attending movies alone on Christmas Day.

Few things are more painful than being a successful writer born in a small country with an impenetrable language.

We still have community, but we don't seem to have local community. Even in a small town where you know your neighbors and your mother's down the street, they're not in arm's length.

I know what it's like to be from an incredibly small town and the oppressiveness of it and the desire to get out. But I didn't realize that readers in Seattle, New York, and San Francisco might not get that so instinctively.

I grew up 150-200 miles from any city. You simply didn't have much connection with the outside world. So my dreams were always to get out. It's a familiar kind of thing, I think, for anybody in a small town.

I have no neighbors. I live in a small town where everybody is very protective of me.