Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A writer should give direct certainty; explanations are so much water poured into the wine. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Joy's life in the doing (..) I mean it's the writing, not the being read that excites me.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There was a day when I liked writing letters -- it has gone. Unfortunately the passion for getting them remains. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I got out this diary and read, as one always reads one's own writing; with a kind of guilty intensity. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be a man or a woman… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Of course, literature is the only spiritual and humane career. Even painting tends to dumness, and music turns people erotic, whereas the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Does housekeeping interest you at all? I think it really ought to be just as good as writing and I never see… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... the transaction between a writer and the spirit of the age is one of infinite delicacy, and upon a nice arrangement… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The good diarist writes either for himself alone or for a posterity so distant that it can safely hear every secret and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But the novels of women were not affected only by the necessarily narrow range of the writer's experience. They showed, at least… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“... All who have brought about a state of sex-consciousness are to blame, and it is they who drive me, when I… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Mr. Beerbohm in his way is perfect ... He has brought personality into literature, not unconsciously and impurely, but so consciously and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“…the art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea…. It is on the back of an idea, something… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exaltation. I am about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Other worshipful objects were content with worship; men, women, God, all let one kneel prostrate; but this form, were it only the shape of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's life -… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“It is so vast an alleviation to be able to point for another to look at. And then not to talk. To follow the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“For one's children so often gave one's own perceptions a little thrust forwards.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share