Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone. ↗
People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all. ↗
All my fans tell me what a glamorous life I have, but I tell them how hard I work and how many nights I spend alone with my dogs, eating chicken pot pie in my bedroom. ↗