Christopher Isherwood’s diaries, September 8, 1960
Mary Oliver, from “We Should Be Well Prepared”, Red Bird
To be in favor of solitude is not to be against community or friendship or love. It’s not that being alone is better, just that without the experience of it we block ourselves from discovering something enormously beneficial, perhaps even vital, to selfhood. Who are you when you are not a friend, a partner, a lover, a sibling, a parent, a child? When no one is with you, what do you do, and do you do it differently than if someone was there? It’s hard to see someone fully when another person is always attached to them. More importantly, it’s hard for us to see our own selves if we’re not ever alone.
Amina Cain, A Horse at Night: On Writing
[…] he was driven to madness by Eros, the pagan god who, the more he is suppressed, the more devastation he causes . . . .
Italo Calvino, The Castle of Crossed Destinies; from ‘The Tale of Astolpho on the Moon’, tr. William Weaver
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