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“We are living in an era where mental health has become equated with, and measured by, the success of our interpersonal relationships, particularly the extent to which they bring us happiness. Yet as important as it is to be able to live peaceably with others, mental and interpersonal health ultimately require the ability to be at peace in the solitude of oneself and to enjoy, and be enriched by, the company of one’s own thoughts.”

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“Я всей душой привязана ко многим людям — и всё же именно тюрьма оказалась для меня лучшей школой жизни. Болезненной, но важной. Здесь я проникла во все тонкости человеческой души; здесь я узнала уродство и красоту, низость и благородство. Здесь же я научилась видеть жизнь своими глазами, а не глазами Саши, Моста или Эда. Тюрьма стала суровым испытанием на прочность для моих идеалов. Она помогла мне осознать собственную силу — силу бороться в одиночестве, жить своей жизнью и отстаивать свои ценности. Пойти против всего мира, если понадобится! Штат Нью-Йорк сослужил мне отличную службу, отправив меня в тюрьму Блэквелл-Айленд!”

“Some of us don't stay long enough in one single place, relationship, journey or country but that does not mean we evade reality or makes us unstable. It simply means, we are not very keen to entertain ourselves, for long periods of time, with the same old same old reflections or shadows on the wall, when aware of the existence of the sun; the price for enlightenment, solitude”

“It turned out plant collecting was a solitary occupation. In the past Robert had enjoyed being alone, or so he thought. Actually he had rarely been alone for long: working in hotels, in stables, on ranches and farms, and as a miner, he had always been around others. Now, out in the woods or up in the hills or out on the flat central plain, he could go for days without speaking to anyone. His throat seemed to close up and he had to keep clearing it, singing songs aloud or reciting the Latin names of plants, just to check that he still had a voice. 'Araucaria imbricata. Sequoia sempervirens. Pinus lambertiana. Abies magnifica'. He was surprised at how much he missed people..”

“Solitary writers come out of nowhere and do not belong anywhere. They are not domesticated or socialized, not as writers. Their subject is not the world about them but the one within them. From story to story or poem to poem, they repeat themselves because all they have to work with are themselves and their dreams, which are strange dreams and often bad dreams. As anyone knows, nothing is more troublesome to communicate than yourself and your dreams, the feelings and visions that have molded you into what you are.”