When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly. – Virginia Woolf
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. – Virginia Woolf
Its not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us its the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses. – Virginia Woolf
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say. – Virginia Woolf