You only know part of me. I am a universe full of secrets.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

I don’t want to be alone. I want to be left alone.

I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.

I always saw myself as this quiet, introspective, thoughtful person.

But generally speaking, I tend to be quiet and introspective.

I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds.

I’m quite introverted, but I’m not shy.

Even though I was very shy, I found I could get on stage if I had a new identity.

I’m so extroverted. I want to learn how to be introverted, though.

Beware of those who don’t fight back. Sooner or later, they will.

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

There’s a difference between solitude and loneliness.

The more you talk, the fewer people listen.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

I think I am half extroverted and half introverted.

I think a lot, but I don’t say much.

I know I seem really friendly, but I’m a closet introvert.

I prefer tongue-tied knowledge to ignorant loquacity.