I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
—Aldous Huxley in The Doors of Perception
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.
—Richard Yates in Revolutionary Road
By all means use some time to be alone.