Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. – 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
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. – Virginia Woolf
If we didnt live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, Ive no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged. – Virginia Woolf