Sue

“We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”
― William Shakespeare, Othello

“I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the room and find their mother sewing and pick up some scrap of bright wool, a feather, or a shred of chintz. I need a howl; a cry. When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words. Nothing neat. Nothing that comes down with all its feet on the floor. None of those resonances and lovely echoes that break and chime from nerve to nerve in our breasts making wild music, false phrases. I have done with phrases.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves