. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
Nothing is more isolating than having a particular history.
There’s this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.
If isolation is the furnace of transformation, I could be ashes by now.
The fragility of love is what is most at stake here—humanity’s most crucial three-word avowal is often uttered only to find itself suddenly embarrassing or orphaned or isolated or ill-timed—but strangely enough it can work...
At times redemption can only be sought through isolation.
This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
Halls are full of strangers, even when you recognize the faces.
Anything that inspires addiction or obsession – substances, entertainment, beauty, secrecy – is dangerous in that it can lead to isolation, self-absorption, and disconnection, to paralyzed stasis: an immobility that gathers like a force.
Noli me tangere,noli me legere,noli me videre,noli me