“In my longest, darkest nights I like to think I know who I am, or at least that I know how much fractious company I keep, how crowded it is. I know I contain multitudes. I also know it would be the greatest and most crippling of misfortunes to have even the briefest, punishing glimpse into how I'm truly seen by other people- a cruel remark overheard from the next room, a retributive slip of brutal honesty, a vengeful snipe from a complete stranger on a crowded sidewalk. I don't believe I could bear that sort of knowledge, and I'm sure that has a lot to do with why I've always been so hesitant to allow other people to know me.”