Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton.
262"One’s love for Virginia is a very different thing: a mental thing, a spiritual thing if you like, an intellectual thing, and she inspires a feeling of tenderness which I suppose is because of her funny mixture of hardness and softness—the hardness of her mind, and the terror of going mad again. She makes me feel protective. Also she loves me, which flatters and pleases me. Also…I am scared to death of arousing physical feelings in her, because of her being absolutely untouchable in my eyes. So all that remains is an unknown quantity. I somehow resent to leave her and each time I do, I question each bit of truthfulness towards my emotions. But darling, Virginia is not the sort of person one thinks of in that way; there is something incongruous and almost indecent in the idea…I have gone to bed with her (twice) but that’s all; and I told you that before, I think. Now you know all about it; and I hope I haven’t shocked you." - Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to her husband Harold Nicholson dated 25 April 1926.