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“Solitary. But not in the sense of being alone. Not solitary in the way Thoreau was, for example, exiling himself in order to find out where he was; not solitary in the way Jonah was, praying for deliverance in the belly of the whale. Solitary in the sense of retreat. In the sense of not having to see himself, of not having to see himself being seen by anyone else.”

Quote by Paul Auster

Work

The Invention of Solitude

This book delves into the complexities of human solitude and the search for personal identity, offering a reflective and introspective look at the human condition. more

Author

Paul Auster
Paul Auster

Paul Auster is an American author known for his unique narrative style and philosophical reflections. His works often explore themes of identity, memory, and reality, and have won him a wide audience. more

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