The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia WoolfI 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 nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.
Virginia WoolfHere I come to one of the memoir writer's difficulties -- one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so many are failures. They leave out the person to whom things happened. The reason is that it is so difficult to describe any human being. So they say: 'This is what happened'; but they do not say what the person was like to whom it happened. And the events mean very little unless we know first to whom they happened.
Virginia Woolf