As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.
Virginia WoolfFor the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn.
Virginia WoolfHow much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
Virginia Woolf