This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power of speech) is an enriching state for a writer. Then the written word ... takes on an intensity of its own. Nothing gets exteriorized or dissipated; all is concentrated within.
May Sarton (2014). “I Knew a Phoenix: Sketches for an Autobiography”, p.114, Open Road Media
