Lucy

“in truth, perception and reality often diverge.”
― Felicity Radcliffe, Grand Stand

“I’m not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. I’ll be around a long time. A thousand years from now a whole township of my offspring will be biting sour apples in the gumwood shade. That’s my answer to anyone asks big questions!”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Now what food do we feed women as artists upon?”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Annotated

“fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in mid-air by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Annotated