A Room of One's Own

by Virginia Woolf

a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.

because of that wild flash of imagination, that lightning crack of genius in the middle of them which leaves them flawed and imperfect, but starred with poetry.

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

[‘“Men know that women are an overmatch for them, and therefore they choose the weakest or the most ignorant. If they did not think so, they never could be afraid of women knowing as much as themselves.”