Virginia Woolf
Im terrified of passive aquiescene. I live in intensity. “In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.” My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us. Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness, dull, callous, and indifferent. “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.” “I am rooted, but I flow.” “Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.” “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit...