"She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through."
"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
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Source: Virginia Woolf, Nigel Nicolson, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1979). “The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1932-1935”, Harvest Books
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