The introvert's anthem for not wanting to hang out is 'It's not you; it's me.

The humble ones are always learning and improving, and their secret is always that it's a secret.

Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

You might be an introvert if you were ready to go home before you left the house.

It's not the end if you're too shy to say 'I love you.' It's only the beginning; because you're first meant to show it anyway.

Because there are hundreds of different ways to say one thing, I, being a writer, songwriter, and poet, speak childishly and incoherently. In speech there is so much to decide in so little time.