It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and ma... - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
More quotes by Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
"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."
"Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners."
"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."
"Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?"
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."