If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.

It doesn't have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down.

... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

There is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.