" had always admired her tremendously but now, quite suddenly, I saw her in a different light: small and pathetic and lonely. She had chosen loneliness because she hated ‘getting involved emotionally’. She was afraid of getting hurt. Freedom was what she wanted but it seemed to me a poor substitute for affection. I thought of all she had told me about the pearls; she couldn’t wear them; she didn’t want to sell them; she hated to shut them up in prison. I "

― D.E. Stevenson , Anna and Her Daughters