Virginia Woolf

I am so tired of being a human being.

I am trying to write a novel that will be a complete world.

I am so happy that I have my thoughts.

I am trying to write a book that will be a complete emptiness.

I am so tired of being.

I feel certain that I am going mad again.

I owe all my happiness to you.

I can't fight it any longer.

For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

If we look at the world in the present moment, we see that it is a world of war. It is a world of destruction. It is a world of hatred.

The public and the private are inseparably connected.

As a woman, I have no country. As a woman, I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly to reality at eight infinitesimal points, but nevertheless a, in fact, a perfect and miraculous creation.

The novel, we are told, is dead. It is a form that has served its purpose. It is no longer capable of expressing the complexities of modern life.

The great writers are those who have dared to be themselves.

The future of the novel is in the hands of those who are willing to experiment, to break new ground, to challenge the conventions.

The world, a scene of infinite complexity, is always changing, always moving, always becoming.

The mind of a writer is a strange and complex thing, full of contradictions and inconsistencies.

To write is to be free, to be unfettered by the constraints of the world.