Jealousy ... survives every other passion of mankind.

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?

And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.

For we think back through our mothers if we are women.

To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable.

The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.

And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

I will dream today; for I must unscrew my head somehow.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.

I press to my centre, and find there is something there.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.

Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

One must learn to be silent just as one must learn to talk.

People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.

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

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.

I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.

I mean it's the writing, not the being read, that excites me.

Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

What is amusing now had to be taken in desperate earnest once.

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