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."
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."
"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."
"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."
"Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."