virginia woolf portraits

The truth was she did not want intimacy; she wanted conversation. Intimacy has a way of breeding silence, and silence she abhorred. There must be talk, and it must be general, and it must be about everything. It must not go too deep, and it must not be too clever, for if it went too far in either of these directions somebody was sure to feel out of it, and to sit balancing his tea cup, saying nothing.
—  “Portrait of a Londoner” by Virginia Woolf 

Virginia Woolf, T. S. Eliot and Vivienne Eliot, 1932.

“I can’t summon faith enough in my own judgment to criticise your poems to you; either to praise, blame, or discriminate. I’ve been lying in an arm chair in front of the fire with your book open, and such a radiance rises from the words that I can’t get near them.”

– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to T. S. Eliot