" She took a deep breath and felt some of the tension drain from her. Writing could let out the pent-up emotions the way a doctor might bleed his patients. But it also made her feel empty, like this writing was all that she would ever be permitted to have. Could she subsist on only these thoughts and dreams, these hastily scribbled wanderings of her mind? "

― Cynthia Hand , My Plain Jane (The Lady Janies, #2)