"I make it up in bed at night, as I walk the streets, everywhere. I want to see you in the lamplight, in your emeralds. In fact, I have never more wanted to see you than I do now - just to sit and look at you, and get you to talk, and then rapidly and secretly, correct certain doubtful points." Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, dated 14 October 1927. (via sangfroidwoolf)
