No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than you... - Virginia Woolf

"Arrange whatever pieces come your way."

"Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money."

"Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue."

"Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent."

"Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure"