There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone.
We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.

I like working alone. I feel freer, less constrained. I know what I have to do and I try to do it. There are no superficial hangups.

There are people who like to be alone without feeling lonely at all.

As the sweaty, alcohol fuming bodies press in on me from all directions I decide that my ideal of a good time is reading a good novel, alone