You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together

I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love.