I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely …” “Asa, intr-o zi de vara valurile se aduna, se inalta, cumpanindu-se, si cad; se …” “I had come at last, in the course of this rambling, to the shelves which hold b…” “But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with p…”