I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it. Everybody is a real one to me, everybody is like some one else too to me. No one of them that I know can want to know it and so I write for myself and strangers.
Gertrude Stein, Joan Retallack (2008). “Gertrude Stein: Selections”, p.99, Univ of California Press
