I can't really voice what is really going on inside of me. There is nothing else for it. I shall have to solve my own problems. I always get the feeling that when I solve them for myself I shall have solved them for a thousand other women. For that very reason, I must come to grips with myself. Sometimes I long for a convent cell with the sublime wisdom of centuries. There must be cornfields and they must wave in the breeze. Then perhaps I might find peace and clarity. But that would be no great feat. It is right here, in this very place, in the here and now, that I must find them.

— Etty Hillesum, Transforming Our Terror by Christopher Titmuss