It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and ma... - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

"Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream."

"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."

"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others."

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

"Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."