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

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.

A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.

All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood of the general mind which they interpret and indeed almost discover, so that we come to read them rather for that than for any story or character or scene of seperate excellence.

I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.