More quotes by Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?"
"He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."
"Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces."
"He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."
"A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen."