Hem her şeyi bir bıçak gibi delip geçiyor, hem de dışarda kalıp bakıyordu. Autore: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “But you understand, you, my self, who always comes at a call (that would be a h…” “My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.” “The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiatedfaces, this way and tha…” “Thoughts are divine.”