This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.
Virginia WoolfI am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.
Virginia WoolfLet it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously.
Virginia WoolfYou have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.
Virginia WoolfOld Madame du Deffand and her friends talked for fifty years without stopping. And of it all, what remains? Perhaps three witty sayings. So that we are at liberty to suppose either that nothing was said, or that nothing witty was said, or that the fraction of three witty sayings lasted eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty nights, which does not leave a liberal allowance of wit for any one of them.
Virginia Woolf