The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.
Virginia WoolfLike all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.
Virginia WoolfI feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.
Virginia Woolf