“All those summer drives, no matter where I was going, to a person, a project, an adventure, or home, alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Rays of sunlight danced across the motionless silverware. Solitude. Beautiful solitude. So beautiful he couldn’t stand it anymore, not when his existence was so fast approaching its end. The intricate silences he’d thrived upon would no longer suffice to console… — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
