"Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state but rather, hidden royalty, profound incommunicability, yet a more or less somber knowledge of an unassailable singularity."
"You love the moon even though she disappears. You love the moon despite the fact she’s rarely full, and when she is, it’s only half of her. You’ve only seen one side, and even though you know there’s a whole other half shrouded in darkness and mystery, you love regardless. You love the moon, and you’ve never even laid a finger on her. She’s thousands of miles away, and somehow you make time to see her every night."