When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darknessโI am nothing.
Virginia WoolfWe are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
Virginia WoolfNight had comeโnight that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.
Virginia WoolfListening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.
Virginia Woolf