I had to go through a time of isolation in order to come to
terms with who and what I was, as distinguished from all the
things I'd been told I was. [...] I remember feeling that I'd
come through something, shed a dying skin and was naked
again. I wasn't, perhaps, but I certainly felt more at ease
with myself. And then I was able to write.
James Baldwin, 1984 Paris Review interview
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