Iwas a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man withoutfood or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in mysolitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlightto me. — Charles Bukowski, Factotum. (Ecco May 31, 2002) Originallypublished 1975.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,as though I had wings. — Mary Oliver, from “Starlings In Winter,” Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays. (Beacon Press September 30, 2003)