Quotes About Isolation

and gamblers are dry and empty souls, their hearts have been sucked dry, there's no music in their walk, they are colorless and condemned.

the bar was the best place to hide in. time came under your control, time to wade in, time to do nothing in. no guru was needed, no god. nothing expected but yourself and nothing lost to the unexpected.

My eyes were blue and my shoes were old and nobody loved me. But I had things to do.

If I'm intelligent at all I'll stay out of the woman game. But it's difficult. I had four years of perfect solitude and strength and then one knocked on the door...

she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her as the strolling vacationer discovered her body notified the captain and she was quickly dispatched to somewhere else on the ship as everything continued just as she had written it.

The good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.

Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.

SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in.

my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching.

am not a complete person—I'm a stunted city person. I am more or less a failed drizzling shit with absolutely nothing to offer." "Christ," she said, "don't you think I know that?" She

I could make it. I could win drinking contests, I could gamble. Maybe I could pull a few holdups. I didn't ask much, just to be left alone.

Then I heard a man scream from the next ward, Joe, where are you? Joe, you said you'd come back! Joe, where are you? The voice was loud and so sad, so agonized.(...) Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone

So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn't care

How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

I went to the bathroom and masturbated—hard to kill a man like that with a Bomb?

You realize when you're plucked out of the mainstream that it doesn't need you or anybody else.

Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

Old ladies standing in halls, up and down the streets, asking the same question as if they were one person with one voice: "Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me. I took a drink of wine. Suddenly

If I'm intelligent at all I will stay out of the woman game. But it's difficult. I had four years of perfect solitude and strength, and then one knocked on the door...

There is nothing worse than being broke and having your woman leave you. Nothing to drink, no job,just the walls, sitting there staring at the walls and thinking. That's how women got back at you, but it hurt and weakened them too. Or so I like to believe.

Crear arte significa estar terriblemente solo para siempre.