In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.
In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality.
I press to my centre, and find there is something there.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
Conversation, fastidious goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will.