We always come back to the same vicious circle - an extreme degree of material or intellectual poverty does away with the means of alleviating it.

Virginia Woolf thought a lot about her own sex when she wrote. In the best sense of the word, her writing is very feminine, and by that I mean that women are supposed to be very sensitive to all the sensations of nature, much more so than men, much more contemplative. It's this quality that marks her best works.

It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.

She was trying to get rid of a religious hangover.

it is so difficult not to become vain about one's own good luck.

Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.

The writer can't stop her unconscious from showing up, that's certain.