How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?
Virginia WoolfLove ought to stop on both sides, donโt you think, simultaneously?โ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake the sleepers. โBut it wonโt - thatโs the devil,โ he added in the same undertone.
Virginia WoolfBut what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.
Virginia WoolfThe mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.
Virginia Woolf