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

One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that.

And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more exquisitely.

She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable --- this interminable life.

old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.

war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.

But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.