One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that.
Virginia WoolfIโm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.
Virginia WoolfYou can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.
Virginia Woolf