Heval

“Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.”
― Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts

“For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own