My dear Virginia Woolf

'I' is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.
Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them,
it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.
If not, you will of course throw the whole of it into the wastepaper basket and forget all about it.

--A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf

5年前買的書, 要在假期完結前把她讀完。