Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Life and Art and Virginia Woolf
I used to feel kind of sorry for Virginia Woolf because she said, "But then I don't really like life, unless it's candied over with art."
But I think I just realized that I feel exactly the same way.
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