Introverts process information internally, and we don't like to express our thoughts until they are fully formed.

Introverts are collectors of thoughts, and solitude is where the collection is curated and rearranged to make sense of the present and future.

I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds.

Let's clear one thing up: Introverts do not hate small talk because we dislike people. We hate small talk because we hate the barrier it creates between people.

Quiet is might. Solitude is strength. Introversion is power.

Introverts paradoxically pull away from culture and create culture.

Whatever kind of introvert you are, some people will find you 'too much' in some ways and 'not enough' in others.

Though introverts are drained by interaction, we can take immense pleasure in watching the scene around us.

Introvert conversations are like jazz. Each player gets to solo for a nice stretch before the other player comes in and does his solo.

Introverts often assume what's inside is visible on the outside. We don't have to invent or fake the emotion; we just need to allow it to be seen!

With public speaking, practicing congruence is very helpful - allowing the words to be expressed with the face and body. It helps to think of simply "turning up the nonverbal volume."

The person who fights monsters should make sure that in the process, he does not become a monster himself. Because when you stare down at an abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

Loneliness is the poverty of self solitude is the richness of self.

AIDS was one of those diseases that a lot of people tried to claim ownership over, and especially as someone who was, fortunately never HIV positive, I wanted to avoid any appearance of doing that.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

If there isn't a parking space out front or I can't see my car from the window, we're eating somewhere else.

One thing is always wrong-always: to cause suffering in others for the purpose of gratifying one's own pleasures; that is everlastingly wrong.

I don't keep secrets because I'm no good at them!

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

There are many who are lip servants but not life servants.