“I had learned a line. And it had silenced me.”

– Eavan Boland, from The Making of a Poem (via lalablues)

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“She was at once so resolute and so dreamy, so sensual and so intelligent. She also was intensely private. What she knew best was how it felt to be alone, unique, isolated. She was lacking in the sense of a solid communal life; What bound people together escaped her. What separated them was an object of wonder, delight and despair. She seemed as detached from herself as from everyone else.”

– Stephen Spender, on Virginia Woolf (via waltzofthesnowflakes)

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