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Virginia Woolf

"As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall."

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"As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall."

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Donna Grant

"The future is created by those who have a great imagination and the will to make it a reality by their actions."

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Donna Grant

"The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer."

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Donna Grant

"Skill gives you legs to jog, talent gives you legs to run, brilliance gives you legs to sprint, but genius gives you wings to fly."

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Donna Grant

"For you to make your creative work creative, you must seek creativity from the creator."

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Donna Grant

"Imagination is a glorious wonder."

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Donna Grant

"Writing the same kind of material is no guarantee you'll be working from the same ethos so that writers from different fields are just as likely to have an understanding of each other's work as someone working in the same genre."

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Donna Grant

"Every time a man puts a new idea across he finds ten men who thought of it before he did - but they only thought of it."

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Donna Grant

"I want to paint the rest of my days with the best colors."

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Donna Grant

"It does not need to be perfect - or technically correct - to be magic."

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Donna Grant

"What may be myth in one world may always be fact in some other."

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Virginia Woolf
"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."

Habit

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Virginia Woolf
"To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion? There is nobody-here among these grey arches, and moaning pigeons, and cheerful games and tradition and emulation, all so skilfully organised to prevent feeling alone."

Solitude

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Virginia Woolf
"For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?"

Time

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Virginia Woolf
"Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these - 'Chloe liked Olivia'. Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women."

Creativity

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Virginia Woolf
"Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say."

Truth

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Virginia Woolf
"The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers."

War

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Virginia Woolf
"They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought, and no doubt if you are of a mystical tendency, consolation, and even explanation, shower down from the unbroken surface."

Nature

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Virginia Woolf
"I'll be blasted', he said, 'if I ever write another word, or try to write another word, to please Nick Greene or the Muse. Bad, good, or indifferent, I'll write, from this day forward, to please myself."

Creativity

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Virginia Woolf
"She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could have done it differently of course; the colour could have been thinned and faded; the shapes etherealised; that was how Paunceforte would have seen it. But then she did not see it like that. She saw the colour burning on a framework of steel; the light of a butterfly's wing lying upon the arches of a cathedral."

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Virginia Woolf
"June had drawn out every leaf on the trees. The mothers of Pimlico gave suck to their young. Messages were passing from the Fleet to the Admiralty. Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe the very air in the Park and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved. To dance, to ride, she had adored all that."

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