#extracts (I will never be consistent, therefore I won't put a number in front)

"Because this is the truth of the soul - she thought - of our self, which like a fish resides in deep seas, navigating in the dark, making its way through heaps of giant seaweed, crossing intervals of intermittent sunlight, going ever deeper into the darkness, into the cold, into the profound, into the inscrutable; then suddenly it leaps to the surface and plays with the waves rippled by the wind; it has, that is, an unmistakable need for a good brush-up, a tidying up, to refresh itself, to chat."

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway