Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. – Virginia Woolf
One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people’s throats—and one always secretes too much jelly. – Virginia Woolf
As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf