Sunday, April 17, 2016

A Room of One's Own

“Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.”

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. ”

“...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”

“Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?”

“It is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dream of influencing other people...Think of things in themselves.”

Virginia Woolf