Introverts unite (individually).
I’ve always been interested in people, but I’ve never liked them.
W. Somerset Maugham
Beware those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
Charles Bukowski, The Genius of the Crowd
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.
Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
I’m scared you will realize I’m just bones and questions and leave me for something solid.
Clementine von Radics
Where are you going to go?
asked by Anonymous

Nowhere in particular. 

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden
I’ve learnt that you can never truly love something until you truly understand it. And since love necessitates understanding and understanding necessitates knowledge; the ignorant are hateful because they are incapable of love, they only lust.
Ibn Najeeb
Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World 
Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
Stephen Fry
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
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