
Virginia Woolf to her sister

Virginia Woolf to her sister

Virginia Woolf, Diary entry, December 26, 1929
Virginia Woolf, at Rodmell, during the summer of 1928 (x)
I am not trying to tell a story. Yet perhaps it might be done in that way. A mind thinking. They might be islands of light—islands in the stream that I am trying to convey: life itself going on Autobiography it might be called.

Virginia Woolf

Patti Smith´s polaroids of Virginia Woolf´s bed, writing desk and gravestone

Virginia Woolf
These are fantastic pictures – these are figments, these visions of friends in absence, grotesque, dropsical, vanishing at the first touch of the toe of a real boot.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse