I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.
Virginia WoolfAre we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
Virginia WoolfLove and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!
Virginia WoolfA woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.
Virginia Woolf