My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Quote by Virginia Woolf

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A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write...

A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write...

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story...

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story...

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions...

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions...

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most...

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most...

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting...

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting...

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy...

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy...

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing...

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing...

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness....

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness....

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the...

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the...

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us....

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us....

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any...

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any...

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to...

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to...

Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of...

Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of...

Language is wine upon the lips

Language is wine upon the lips

That woman speaks eight languages and can't say no in any of them.

That woman speaks eight languages and can't say no in any of them.

He was one of those inexplicable gifts of nature, an artist who leaps over boundaries,...

He was one of those inexplicable gifts of nature, an artist who leaps over boundaries,...