I Am Alone. Quotes

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

If you love someone, you must be prepared to set them free.

We expect more from technology and less from each other.

Reading enables me to maintain a sense of something substantive– my ethical integrity, my intellectual integrity.

Social capital may turn out to be a prerequisite for, rather than a consequence of, effective computer-mediated communication.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

Not that she's a political animal, she's just an ordinary woman, but as a woman she's of the view that you don't bring children into the world to have them shot.

There's room for all sorts of magic and miracles in this world - that's what I think.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book.

Technology proposes itself as the architect of our intimacies.

You don't have to be part of a couple to be happy, you know.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

If I learned anything in this life, I've learned that you can't cling on.

It's healthy to say uncle when your bone's about to break.

Saying someone is religious is heard in most of America as a compliment, a reassuring affirmation that someone will be moral, ethical, and after a few glasses of wine, a freak in the bedroom.

At Reed College, I learned very quickly that I didn't know nearly enough. I learned, first, that every student there was as smart as I was, and quite a few seemed smarter.

Whatever (its) virtues, (the) writing explores the culture of work but marginalizes work itself.

one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.

she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the livingbut not for my 5 cats

the courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous.

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

the gods play nofavorites.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well, then it's everybody'sparty.

the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

I love you butdon't know what todo.

I believe that to be the world's greatest livingwriterthere must be somethingterribly wrong with you.I don't even want to be the world's greatestdead writer.just being dead would be fairenough.

it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horseor that the hummingbird is so seldomseenor that we are too senseless to goinsane.coffee. give us more of that NOTHINGcoffee.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.

the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.

It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said, "you're one of the sanest menI've ever met."poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.

I remember yoursaying: "make itor break it."neither happened anditwon't.

Fantasies and wishes carry their own significant messages.

Face-to-face with a computer, people reflected on who they were in the mirror of the machine.

Computers brought philosophy into everyday life.

We were asked to do very little, and we responded. That's the bargain we tacitly make with our presidents: we won't ask too much of you, if you don't ask too much of us.

Solitude is strength