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I frequently lock myself in my studio. I do not often see the people I love, and in the end I shall suffer for it... painting is one's private life.

If you cannot live alone, you were born a slave.

I guess part of the hit-man appeal is the solitude. Everybody is lured to the idea of the solitary life.

If you want to do creative work, there are tremendous sacrifices involved, and tremendous financial sacrifices too. It requires dedication and solitude.

I had to learn - since I'm divorced now and everyone is like, 'Oh my God, you're single, what's going on?' - that if I don't like to spend time with myself, how can I ask someone else to enjoy spending time with me? I'm getting to learn how to enjoy my solitude and have a good time.

I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don't, you have no business being a writer.

If you aren't constantly astonished at God's grace in your solitude, there's no way it can happen in public.

I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude.... the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem.

I know what men want. Men want to be really, really close to someone who will leave them alone.

I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.

I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life.

I like people. I like watching them. It's just that I'd prefer to do it from a mile away using very powerful binoculars.

I live now in solitude and am able to use my time reflecting on the past and preparing for death. I cannot put away the thought of the Indians and in my ambition I fly to the Rockies.

I love and in a way need, a private secret place. It's a kind of deep obsession, but I also love to need and be with friends and the two things often need to be together... it's a painful conflict that will never be smoothly resolved.

I love hotels for their solitude and comfort, but I believe a seedy one can have as much promise as a plush one.

I like my solitude, and I'm a strong-willed person; I'm a very hard-to-be-around person sometimes, I guess.

I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.

I love all waste and solitary places.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

I'm as much my own master as anyone can be, without being the master of others. I can write anywhere - all I need is a couple of hours of solitude and a computer, and I can write a chapter. Since my work is portable, I can live anywhere I like.

I love isolation. It's very important for me to have time and space to myself when I can sit and read or write as well as paint. It's all part of the process.

I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.

I love tranquil solitude.

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

In all the splendor of solitude... it is a test of myself, and one thing I loathe is to have to test myself in front of other people.

In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.

In music everything is prolonged, everything is edified, and when the enchantment has ceased, we are still bathed in its clarity; solitude is accompanied by a new hope between pity for ourselves - which makes us more indulgent and more understanding - and the certitude of finding something again, that which lives for ever in music.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

In religions which have lost their creative spark, the gods eventually become no more than poetic motifs or ornaments for decorating human solitude and walls.

In solitude a dialogue always arises, because even in solitude there are always two.

In solitude we become aware that our worth is not the same as our usefulness.

In solitude all great things are born.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Inspiration comes to us slowly and quietly . prime it with a little solitude.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

In solitude we become aware that we were together before we came together and that life is not a creation of our will but rather an obedient response to the reality of our being united.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

In the tumult of men and events, solitude was my temptation; now it is my friend. What other satisfaction can be sought once you have confronted History?

In the midst of excitement, grief, joy, and solitude, I remind myself every moment that the sole mission of my life is to find 'the ultimate questioner' - that unimaginable who has put me in this madness to answer an unanswerable question.

I prize the privilege of being alone.

In the utmost solitudes of nature, the existence of hell seems to me as legibly declared by a thousand spiritual utterances as that of heaven.

Isolation breeds conceit.

I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude - and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

Isolation must precede true society.