I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

He even got up once in English class and read an essay called ‘The Value of Friendship’ and while he was reading it he kept glancing at me. It was a stupid essay, soft and standard, but the class applauded when he finished, and I thought, well, that’s what people think and what can you do about it? I wrote a counter-essay called, ‘The Value of No Friendship At All.’ The teacher didn’t let me read it to the class. She gave me a D.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

I'm a loner. I like to be alone. I'm socially awkward.

By nature, I'm an awkward person; I'm a gangly introvert.

It was awkward at first - I felt like the loner. But after I started playing with them, it got better. They're nice and I'm learning a lot from them.