She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust. Autor: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “Che fantasmagoria è mai il nostro spirito, luogo di convegno di tante cose diss…” “She would not say of any one in the world that they were this or were that. She…” “Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came …” “She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could h…”