She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
Virginia WoolfMy mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost childโwandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.
Virginia WoolfThe world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.
Virginia Woolf