"I have a mind of slowly evaporating phantom-water; futility upholds me. I sleep among ravishing illusions and wake to their burden."
Virginia Woolf, The Diary Of Virginia Woolf, Volume 2: 1920-1924
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"In truth, artists live alongside, on the margin of life and of humanity; that’s why they’re very great or very small."
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"Her voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks — so it sounded."
Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room
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