It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. I am possessive about time alone. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.
— Sylvia Plath