Imagination: Virginia Woolf


How entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend on spurts of thought coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind  and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.

Virginia Woolf 1882-1941

A Writer’s Diary (pub. 1953)
The illustration is copyright: Petar Paunchev via Shutterstock

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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