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“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
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Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
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Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021
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