I, whom loneliness destroys, let silence fall, drop by drop. —Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement. ― Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.

This is our world, lit with crescents and stars of light; and great petals half transparent block the openings like purple windows. Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who… Continue reading Virginia Woolf