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“Why aren't you in school? I see you every day wandering around."
"Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have
always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven
boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth
and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and
explosions. I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and
sloppy mascara faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can relax with
bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be
shaped by society.”
― Charles Bukowski, South of No North

“When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Liraz was special. Specially antisocial. Spectacularly, even.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“The poet, the artist, the sleuth - whoever sharpens our perception tends to be antisocial; rarely "well-adjusted", he cannot go along with currents and trends. A strange bond often exists between antisocial types in their power to see environments as they really are. This need to interface, to confront environments with a certain antisocial power is manifest in the famous story "The Emperor's New Clothes".”
― Marshall McLuhan, The Medium is the Massage

“It wasn¡¯t that she necessarily wanted to ¡°socialize¡± at the bonfire, but she wanted to broadcast to the general population that her antisocial behavior was a personal choice not a sentence to social leprosy.”
― J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness

“I found, increasingly, that I did not particularly care and I tried to fake a little kindness, a little sweetness, tried to mirror Luna back at herself, but that exhausted me after a week and I concluded that I was not meant for this sort of thing, friends, friendliness, no, I wasn't meant for it.”
― Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing

“To me, socializing was like sinking to the bottom of a deep, deep ocean... Until eventually you couldn't take it anymore, and had to come up for air"

- Shimamura - Adachi to Shimamura”
― Hitoma Iruma, 늲¨Å®¤ÈÇà´ºÄÐ 1

“To the loner, loneliness is a treasure that cannot be traded, even for the nicest of companies.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“And since Logan didn¡¯t seem the least bit antisocial . . .
¡°You don¡¯t have to look like that, you know. I haven¡¯t kicked a puppy in at least a decade.”
― Tessa Adams, Forbidden Embers

“It¡¯s important, however, to understand that being introverted is different from being shy or antisocial. Shyness is insecurity or fear of social embarrassment, and the word ¡°antisocial¡± describes someone who has hostile or harmful feelings toward society. Introversion is a preference that has to do with where you direct your energy (inward), how you recharge (usually by being alone), and what level of outside stimulation you¡¯re comfortable with (less is more). It¡¯s not a weakness to overcome or something to be cured. It¡¯s just how some of us are designed.”
― Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Text, Don't Call: An Illustrated Guide to the Introverted Life

“Solitude makes it possible for us to literally enjoy ourselves.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“It's one small mercy that here in prison we don't see anyone we don't choose to see. In this way, prison is beautifully unlike real life. In real life, people from your past litter your life like cockroaches, popping out of crevices and scuttling across the dark.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“I only care about me and about why I don't care about anybody else.”
― Irvine Welsh, Filth

“I saw myself alone in the furthest future I could imagine.”
― Catherine Raven, Fox & I

“Yo no s¨¦ hablar como todos. Mis palabras suenan extra?as y vienen de lejos, de donde no es, de los encuentros con nadie.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, Cartas

“The thing was not to get to know any of them, if possible. Once you know your neighbours, you are no longer free, you are all tangled up, you have to stop and speak when you are out and you never feel safe when you are in.”
― Rose Macaulay, Crewe Train

“We could survive reconn[ditioning]. Everyone did. They didn¡¯t survive unchanged, but they survived.

There was another step when reconn failed. People whispered it sometimes, that pods that proved useless or antisocial or dangerous would be returned to a different, less conscious level of use. Compost”
― Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Firebugs

“It was remarkable that Raskolnikov had almost no friends while he was at the university, kept aloof from everyone, visited no one, and had difficulty receiving visitors. . . . General gatherings, conversations, merrymaking - he somehow did not participate in any of it. He was a zealous student . . . and was respected for it, but no one loved him. He was very poor and somehow haughtily proud and unsociable, as though he were keeping something to himself. It seemed to some of his friends that he looked upon them all as children, from above, as though he were ahead of them all in development, in knowledge, and in convictions, and that he regarded their convictions and interests as something inferior.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

“A beautiful misanthropic.
Isolated & cryptic...
faith in society burned
by those who were acidic.
Empathetic
but a bit of a cynic
with a heart that yearns for something idyllic
and love that's authentic.”
― Evelyn Janeidy Arevalo

“As I¡¯ve aged, I¡¯ve come to prefer the idea to the reality of human company.”
― Sol Luckman, Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun

“I am not Weird, Neither am I anti-social, there are just times in my life when the only company I cherish is; Me, Myself, and My thoughts. Times like that are when I stumble upon more discoveries of greatness within me.”
― Kelly Iyogun

“Asa¡¯s brows knitted together. ¡°I tell you I love you all the time.¡±

¡°Yeah, but you tell me you love Swiss Cake Rolls with the same level of fervor,¡± Zane reminded him.

¡°Duh, because I do. A man can love more than one thing. It doesn¡¯t negate the other.¡±

Zane leveled a flat stare at him.

¡°Okay, like, if I had to choose between you and a box of Little Debbie¡¯s, I¡¯d definitely choose you. But you both hit just right,¡± he said with a grin, giving Zane a deep kiss.

Zane slapped his shoulder. ¡°Come on, Asa. Be serious. I know psychopaths can¡¯t love. Is what we have enough to keep you happy forever?¡±

Asa sighed. ¡°Are you asking if I feel that weird goopy feeling when I look at you that people talk about in romance novels? If so, the answer is no. I don¡¯t have the ability to feel that. But whenever you walk into a room, I feel grateful you¡¯re mine. I feel calmer knowing you¡¯re there, where I can see you, protect you¡­¡± He kissed Zane¡¯s lips softly. ¡°Do dirty, dirty things to you whenever I want.¡± Zane opened his mouth to speak, but Asa pinched his lips shut. ¡°I know people who¡¯d give anything to have what we have. I¡¯ve killed for you. I would die for you. I will put your wants and needs above mine forever because I want you to be happy. Is that love? Because when you¡¯re not around, I feel like there¡¯s¡­a splinter under my ribcage, and it only goes away when I see your face. That¡¯s enough for me. Is it enough for you?¡±

Zane swallowed hard, tears rolling down his cheeks. ¡°That¡¯s enough.”
― Onley James, Headcase

“Being nervous. Having anxiety. Stuttering. Autism. When you have any of those, at some point, you're forced to spend most of your time alone.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia

“It is easy to criticize the antisocial, but hard to get close to know what keeps them at bay.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia

“He looked around the empty kitchen. A part of him wanted this of course. A part of him had always wanted this, to be alone, away from even the prospect of any demand upon him to talk, to interact, to acknowledge opinions and be expected to offer ones in return, to be responsible for anyone but himself and the dog. To be left be. To be.”
― Colin Barrett, Wild Houses

“People are the reasons I stay indoors.”
― Niedria Dionne Kenny

“When I see cuts on their wrists,
I know that we could be tight!
Otherwise-
I'm hard to know; full of fight!
And I doubt I wanna know You
Stop pulling on my dress!”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Way Out