One is born either to go with or to go against. - Wide Sargasso Sea

Writing can be (among other things), a safety valve. (1949)

I...think about being hungry, being cold, being hurt, being ridiculed, as if it were in another life than this.
This damned room - it's saturated with the past. . . .It's all the rooms I've ever slept in, all the streets I've ever walked in. Now the whole thing moves in an ordered, undulating procession past my eyes. Rooms, streets, streets, rooms. . . .

...What is not there you put in afterwards, for it is alive, this book, and it grows in your head. ("Till September Petronella")