The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
Virginia WoolfNothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
Virginia WoolfEvery secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
Virginia Woolf