" But now no music was in her mind. That was a funny thing. It was like she was shut out from the inside room. Sometimes a quick little tune would come and go - but she never went into the inside room with music like she used to do. It was like she was too tense. Or maybe because it was like the store took all her energy and time . . . She wanted to stay on the inside room but she didn't know how. It was like the inside room was locked somewhere away from her. A very hard thing to understand. "

― Carson McCullers , The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter