Quotes About Isolation

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.

And remember the old dogs who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun. If you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.

I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it - I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a room with the shades down. I feasted upon that. I was a crank. I was a lunatic.

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row. There are some real weirdos down there. They're everywhere.

madhouses are rarely on display.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left… The others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go

beware of those that seek constant crowds. they are nothing alone.

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets.

Are you sick now? No. Then what's wrong? I don't like people. Do you think that's right? Probably not.

it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a cunt and here's trouble. only each time you think well now I've learned: I'll let her do that and I'll do this, I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love. now I'm waiting again and the years run thin. I have my radio and the kitchen walls are yellow. I keep dumping bottles and listening for footsteps. I hope that death contains less than this.

most give way leaving empty spaces where people should be.

and now as we ready to self-destruct there is very little left to kill which makes the tragedy less and more much much more.

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right. Sam, I say, that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

a bird no one wants. he's mine. my bird of pain. he doesn't sing. that bird swaying on the bough.

being alone you decided, was a magnificent miracle. nothing else made any sense at all. —escape

I disliked them all immediately, sitting around acting clever and superior. They nullified each other. The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of writers. Like flies on the same turd.

Zemër, i thash, Unë jam një gjeni por askush nuk e di këtë, përpos unë.

My revolution is a one-man revolution and almost everybody is the enemy. I may not be doing a great deal of damage, but at least I'm not bullshitting.

and I sit there alone with you and Dostoevsky as the real and the artificial heart continues to falter, famished… I love you but don't know what to do.

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human

A i urreni njerëzit? Unë nuk i urrej ata ... Unë vetëm ndjehen mirë kur ata nuk janë përreth.

alone tonight in this house, alone with 6 cats who tell me without effort all that there is to know.