But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.
Virginia WoolfFirst a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
Virginia Woolfto write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.
Virginia Woolf