The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.