“I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters; I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humor, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, & each comes to daylight at the present moment.”
In this quote, Virginia Woolf uses the metaphor of "beautiful caves" to signify the inner depths and complexities of her characters. By digging out these caves, Woolf is able to imbue her characters with humanity, humor, and depth, adding layers to their personalities and motivations. The interconnectedness of these caves represents the interconnectedness of the characters' lives and experiences, emphasizing the importance of how they come to light in the present moment. Woolf's approach to character development showcases her skill in crafting multifaceted and nuanced portrayals of individuals.
Virginia Woolf's approach to creating characters with depth and complexity by exploring the "caves" behind them is still relevant in modern storytelling. By delving into the inner lives of characters, writers can uncover universal truths about humanity, inject humor into their narratives, and ultimately connect with readers on a deeper level. Woolf's emphasis on bringing these hidden aspects of characters to light in the present moment serves as a timeless reminder of the importance of authenticity and vulnerability in storytelling.
“I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters; I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humor, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, & each comes to daylight at the present moment.” - Virginia Woolf
When creating characters for your work, do you take the time to develop their backgrounds and motivations in depth, creating caves for them to explore within your storytelling?
How do you ensure that these caves connect and intertwine with each other, creating a rich and multifaceted narrative?
In what ways do you strive to bring your characters to "daylight" in the present moment, allowing them to fully come alive on the page for your audience?
“Sometimes it seems to me that I shall never write out all the books I have in my head, because of the strain. The devilish thing about writing is that it calls upon every nerve to hold itself taut. This is exactly what I cannot do--”
“Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know each other (though I met you once I think, on board a ship going to Africa), we can talk freely. The illusion is upon me that something adheres for a moment, has roundness, weight, depth, is completed. This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of grapes. I would say, "Take it. This is my life.”
“I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is “it”—it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds.”
“I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.”
“For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.”
“I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.”