Oh the torture of never being left alone! I find it impossible to disentangle myself from those instincts, affections, passions, attachments…which bound me…from the first moment of consciousness to other people. I need solitude; I need to feel I belong to myself. I now begin to think that reading has become my secret life and personal refuge.
Virginia Woolf, Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals 1897 - 1909 (via violentwavesofemotion)