I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.
Virginia WoolfBut nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.
Virginia Woolf...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the air. Where to begin?--that was the question at what point to make the first mark? One line placed on the canvas committed her to innumerable risks, to frequent and irrevocable decisions. All that in idea seemed simple became in practice immediately complex; as the waves shape themselves symmetrically from the cliff top, but to the swimmer among them are divided by steep gulfs, and foaming crests. Still the risk must run; the mark made.
Virginia Woolf