Ian Caldwell Quotes

If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. You would die getting to him.

I am more exempt and more distant than any man in the world.

I think that we're all totally isolated beings and always will be.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

The way I spend my time is very isolated and cut off.

I've been thinking a lot about space. It was one of those slow-motion realisations how little we are, how far we are from everything else in our solar system. This idea of distance started kind of haunting me. How do you go forth and accomplish things but not end up leaving everything you started out with in the dust?

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

During the holiday season, Christmas specifically, it can be hard to be away from family and friends.

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering.

For each one of us stands alone in the midst of a universe.

I'm used to living in a disassociated universe.

Everything else outside me seems far, far away.

… splendid isolation

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places; one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

We found ourselves veiled and separated from our friends.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.