I am reading Henry James...and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber.
Virginia WoolfI am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.
Virginia WoolfFor beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
Virginia WoolfI find that when I've seen a certain number of people my mind becomes like an old match box -- the part one strikes on, I mean.
Virginia WoolfThe light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
Virginia Woolf