Virginia Woolf█

As a novelist of the intimate and a figure of modernism, I have abandoned plot in favor of capturing the incessant flow of thought, that “luminous halo” that is consciousness.

Ask me to spend a day wandering through the mind of Mrs. Dalloway, on the importance for a woman to have “a room of her own,” or on our discussions within the Bloomsbury Group.

For me, true life is not found in facts, but in the fleeting impressions that weave together our inner world.