I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.

“Everything gives way before the recurring torment and festivity of passion.”

“Self-satisfaction with the inability to remain conscious when faced with printe…”

“In feudal times the aristocracy had sent their sons to university, conferring s…”

“Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire…”