I was having an epiphany. A moment of supreme clarity, leading to what I dubbed a “realization of solitude” that goes like this: I’m lonely. But when I left that girl in the window I was sure I’d never felt more godforsaken in my life. There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I’m guessing that once you’ve discovered this distinction you can’t go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.
People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.
In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
Through the act of translation we break out of linguistic confinement and reach many other communities.
The writing life is essentially one of solitary confinement - if you can't deal with this, you needn't apply.
We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.
The refreshing pleasure from the first view of nature, after the pain of illness, and the confinement of a sick-chamber, is above the conceptions, as well as the descriptions, of those in health.
It's a kind of liberation to break free in language, if you can break free, but it's also a confinement, because form confines you - whatever the form.
Realism is to fiction what gravity is to walking: a confinement that allows dancing under the right circumstances.
The sole relief I am asking for is to be released from military prison after serving six years of confinement as a person who did not intend to harm the interests of the United States or harm any service members.
Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.
The secret to responsible trust is acceptance. Acceptance is taking from God's hand absolutely anything He gives, looking into His face in trust and thanksgiving, knowing that the confinement of the hedge we're in is good and for His glory. Even though what we're enduring may be painful, it's good simply because God Himself has allowed it.
The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool. , the expert in solitary confinement.
Every writer must acknowledge and be able to handle the unalterable fact that he has, in effect, given himself a life sentence in solitary confinement. The ordinary world of work is closed to him - and that if he's lucky!
Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.
One of things I write about a lot is the role of women. An older friend of mine said that she feels like there's always a tension between wanting to be free and wanting to be cherished. I think that's one of the things that my whole book speaks to, wanting to break out of the confines of the roles that are prescribed for women and yet at the same time, not wanting to be totally free. You want to have intimate relationships. It's that bursting out of confinement.
Even painless research is fascism, supremacism, because the act of confinement is traumatizing in itself.
The Holy Spirit showed me that when I put up walls to keep others out I also wall myself into solitary place of confinement.
