... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

There'll be oceans of talk and emotions without end.

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

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

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.