...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 WoolfWhen the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
Virginia WoolfI was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone.
Virginia Woolf