Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answeri... - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces."

"Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?"

"The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice."

"Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence."

"For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing."