More quotes by Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

"Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?"
"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say."
"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."
"Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners."