Virginia Woolf Quotes
a novelist's chief desire is to be as unconscious as possible. He has to induce in himself a state of perpetual lethargy. He wants life to proceed with the utmost quiet and regularity. He wants to see the same faces, to read the same books, to do the same things day after day, month after month, while he is writing, so that nothing may break the illusion in which he is living - so that nothing may disturb or disquiet the mysterious nosings about, feelings around, darts, dashes, and sudden discoveries of that very shy and illusive spirit, the imagination.
Quotes to Explore
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I remember when I was growing up. My great wish was to understand who I was and how I fit in the world.
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In truth, opinion may be taken for understanding; understanding cannot be taken for opinion. How so? Surely because opinion may be deceived; understanding cannot be. If it could, it would not be understanding but opinion. For true understanding has not only certain truth, but the knowledge of truth.
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My failures have been errors in judgment, not of intent.
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It is not empty rhetoric to talk of the Free World.
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We need to make clear the federal government does not have authority to indefinitely detain U.S. citizens without due process or, for that matter, to use lethal force on U.S. citizens on U.S. soil if they don't pose imminent threats.
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My job in this life is to give people spiritual ecstasy through music. In my concerts people cry, laugh, dance. If they climaxed spiritually, I did my job. I did it decently and honestly.
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Playing different characters in different films helps keep you excited about what you do. It always seems like a whole new adventure.
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I'm a hybrid, and I kind of like that. Raised by African parents, growing up I lived between Burkina Faso and Stains, a suburb just outside of Paris. In Stains, I had all the cultures in the world on my doorstep, and that opens up your mind.
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It is standard practice for corrupt leaders who are seeking a certain political outcome to hype or manipulate a terror threat or a threat of violent domestic subversion. While sometimes the threat is manufactured, frequently the hyped threat is based on a real danger.
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Elegance is not a dispensable luxury but a factor that decides between success and failure.
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Your former Fathers the Spaniards have now no further Authority over you.
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Hindi films are so deceptive. I thought Mumbai was this big, grand, beautiful city with sea-facing flats.
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I'm an actor first and foremost, who happens to do improv. I've also done sitcoms, I've done stage.
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I was your C student. I paid attention in the classes that were about how to get elected.
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Unlike most major American cities, Honolulu is geographically insulated from the rest of the country. When disaster strikes we cannot call on neighboring states for assistance.
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It's the sum of the parts that make up the whole, so in my opinion excellence comes from how one undertakes to do something. It all begins with the thought process - which is creative and exalted to produce something out of the ordinary.
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Some friends are better shots than are casual enemies.
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I joke that we're not dissimilar to a rock band in the '70s.
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For a building that is supposedly a symbol of love, it has generated a lot of anger. Or rather, some people have been angered by what others have said about it, and have felt called on to defend its honour.
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The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?
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Aristotle… a mere bond-servant to his logic, thereby rendering it contentious and well nigh useless.
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For me, one of the hallmarks of a really great book is that I'm seeing it in my head while I'm reading.
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Every time I think I know what's right and wrong, I end up being wrong. All I want to do is explore. I want to see what people would do. I say, 'What would this person do in this situation?' and I write it down. I'm not writing manifestos of my political views.
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a novelist's chief desire is to be as unconscious as possible. He has to induce in himself a state of perpetual lethargy. He wants life to proceed with the utmost quiet and regularity. He wants to see the same faces, to read the same books, to do the same things day after day, month after month, while he is writing, so that nothing may break the illusion in which he is living - so that nothing may disturb or disquiet the mysterious nosings about, feelings around, darts, dashes, and sudden discoveries of that very shy and illusive spirit, the imagination.
