If we want understanding of the soul and heart where else shall we find it of comparable profundity? If we are sick of our own materialism the least considerable of their novelist has right of birth a natural reverence for the human spirit.
Woolf, Virginia. “Modern Fiction.” In The Common Reader, 15. San Diego, CA: Harcourt, 1925.
Words of fiction is a confounding captivation of human lives that is an escape from our reality into another.