There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.

Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.

To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!