Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have min... - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others."
"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others."
"Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners."
"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."
"For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice."
"Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?"
"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."