Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind. (“A Room of One’s Own”)
Virginia Woolf Quotes
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
We could both wish that our first impression of K.M. was not that she stinks like a – well civet cat that had taken to streetwalking.
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
There is, let us confess it (and illness is the great confessional), a childish outspokenness in illness; things are said, truths blurted out, which the cautious respectability of health conceals. About sympathy for example – we can do without it. That illusion of a world so shaped that it echoes every groan, of human beings […]
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
