Sometimes the times were dark and the outlook was lonesome, but where there is a will, there is a way. I pitched in and dug at my work until now I am where I am.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I found, when I left, that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet, they'd come and seek me out, we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.
I'm pretty much a loner and I've lived under the radar.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
Sometimes I do feel like I write the same story again and again. And for me, I am always looking for a place with a kind of redemption.
I've always been in the right place and time. Of course, I steered myself there.
For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
I devoted myself to writing for years without representation or a promise of anything. And there were times when I felt quite down about my prospects.
I've always been kind of a loner. Continue to be.
I'm not a loner. I have to have a life partner.
I'm a loner and always have been.