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“Indeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf and dumb to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle’s. His understanding often astonished her. But did he notice the flowers? No. Did he notice the view? No.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“One must strain off what was personal and accidental in all these impressions and so reach the pure fluid, the essential oil of truth.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One's Own: The Virginia Woolf Library Authorized Edition

“Art imitates nature, but does not copy it.”
― Ritchie Robertson, Goethe: A Very Short Introduction

“she let it uphold her and sustain her, this admirable fabric of the masculine intelligence, which ran up and down, crossed this way and that, like iron girders spanning the swaying fabric, upholding the world, so that she could trust herself to it utterly, even shut her eyes, or flicker them for a moment, as a child staring up from its pillow winks at the myriad layers of the leaves of a tree. Then she woke up. It was still being fabricated.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse