No one is afraid of her.

I learned from my Writer's Almanac today that it's Virginia Woolf's birthday.

From A Room of One's Own:

"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery."