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“Until we are alone in the world, we may not realize the extent of how our community is designed for couples. Ruth was no longer part of that couple-community. Even if invited to gatherings, Ruth would still feel awkward in a setting of mostly couples—and the couples would feel awkward for her . . . and nothing feels worse than that. Michael Ben Zehabe, Ruth: a woman’s guide to husband material, pg 71”

“If you are avoidant, the first step, therefore, is to acknowledge your need for space—whether emotional or physical—when things get too close, and then learn how to communicate that need. Explain to your partner in advance that you need some time alone when you feel things getting too mushy and that it’s not a problem with him or her but rather your own need in any relationship (this bit is important!). This should quell their worries and somewhat calm their attachment system. They are then less likely to intensify their efforts to draw closer to you.”

“I was caged within a four dimensional cube that eclipsed the world around me in an icy mist. I screamed; begging someone, anyone to hear my pleas, but my voice had been extinguished and left me with a slight wheeze from what little oxygen I had. I could glimpse the field of energy as it shrank through the safety of my circle to envelop me in a blazing grip. I was alone; unbearably separated from my haven.”

“She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”

“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive or awake however you choose to see it and I live in my own flames sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run. run run run far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good. Hear that people? It feels good because I am the slave and ruler of my own body and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”

“Well it’s good to have a car like that, once in a while somebody’ll say, ‘why don’t you come over for dinner?’ and I can just say, ‘Car won’t make it.’ I don’t have to tell them that time is scarcer than young pussy around here, and I don’t mean time to write POETRY. I mean time to lay in bed, alone, and stare up at the ceiling and not think at all, not at all, not at all…”

“Do I like being alone so much? Yes—sometimes! Nonsense! I like it very well. So delightful to shut one’s eyes and recite aloud without fear of being overheard, or dream golden dreams without the dread of being disturbed; or better still, write page after page with none to cry “Put down that pen before you kill yourself” or read some favorite author as long as one chooses, without having the extinguisher placed over the candle as a night cap.”

“I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. How commonplace and stupid it would be if I had a friend now, sitting beside me, someone I had known at school, who would say: “By-the-way, I saw old Hilda the other day. You remember her, the one who was so good at tennis. She’s married, with two children.” And the bluebells beside us unnoticed, and the pigeons overhead unheard. I did not want anyone with me. Not even Maxim. If Maxim had been there I should not be lying as I was now, chewing a piece of grass, my eyes shut. I should have been watching him, watching his eyes, his expression. Wondering if he liked it, if he was bored. Wondering what he was thinking. Now I could relax, none of these things mattered. Maxim was in London. How lovely it was to be alone again.”

“One of the days, you'd just disappear and no one would know. They'd think about you someday and look for you online, and would wonder why there are no more new posts, no story updates, no last seen, and then they'd try to see if they still have your number, but they'd either not find it, or it will go unanswered, they'd think about all possibilities and wonder if you're no more. And would probably remember a few things about you before going back to their busy lives.”

“. . . they forgot about him, which of course doesn't mean he was absent from reality, because he remained there as well, as he went indefatigably between America and Asia, Africa and Europe, it's just that the connection between him and the world was broken, and he became, in this manner, forgotten, invisible, and with this he remained once and for all completely solitary . . .”

“I like disconnecting and feeling invisible, a sensation like floating, when it’s good. A run alone in the mountains in the early morning when no one is around can be like that. Solitude refuels me, clarifies and heightens my interactions with the world.”