Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement. ~ Alice Koller
“Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt so lonely and so out of God's way, As here, where I brush elbows with a thousand every day” ~Harry Kemp
"I hate you!" I screamed, opening the window, so my cries could just pour out into the city. I didn't even care if someone saw me from the street. "You tore me apart!" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Maple?" ... It was Knox.