Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense. - Morrissey
All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar them outThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.I lock my door upon myself,And bar them out; but who shall wallSelf from myself, most loathed of all?If I could once lay down myself,And start self-purged upon the raceThat all must run ! Death runs apace. - Christina Rossetti