Could It Ever Be Explained, How Matter

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

Be Wary Of Too Much Calm, Particularly In Your Mid-fifties.

At That Moment, The Urge To Be Writing Was Stronger Than Any Notion She Had Of What She Might Write.

I Like To Think That It Isn't Weakness Or Evasion, But A Final Act Of Kindness, A Stand Against Oblivion And Despair.

Shall There Be Womanly Times? Or Shall We Die?