She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
Virginia WoolfOf the rest some we know to be dead though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through the forms of life; others are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six.
Virginia WoolfNow, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.
Virginia Woolf