It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance.
Virginia WoolfIt seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that.
Virginia WoolfWhen she read just now to James, 'and there were numbers of soldiers with kettledrums and trumpets,' and his eyes darkened, she thought, why should they grow up, and lose all that?
Virginia WoolfI need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.
Virginia WoolfBut when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!
Virginia Woolf