I'm still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I'm still a misanthrope.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm kind of a recluse.
I do become a recluse once in a while. It's so nice to just be at home and to not have to deal with the outside world.
Apparently, I've been considered a recluse.
Misanthropy is born, I think, out of an almost oppressive sense of loneliness, a conviction that there's no one on earth who understands you. I don't think misanthropes hate people: They hate that people hate them.
I'm not reclusive. I'm out and about.
I'm a reclusive weirdo.
I became somewhat reclusive during a period of time in the '80s.
I've been called a recluse. There's definitely truth in that. I like to spend time alone.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate.
I don't have many friends. It's not because I'm a misanthrope. It's because I'm reserved. I'm self-contained. I get all my adventures in my head when I'm writing my books.