A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.
Virginia WoolfLondon perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
Virginia WoolfIt is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.
Virginia WoolfThere is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.
Virginia Woolf