Virginia Woolf

But he would not go mad. He would shut his eyes; he would see no more.

A woman writes that she has to stop and kiss the page when she reads O[rlando] – Your race I imagine. The percentage of Lesbians is rising in the States, all because of you.

People were beginning to compare her to poplar trees, early dawn, hyacinths, fawns, running water, and garden lilies; and it made her life a burden to her, for she so much preferred being left alone to do what she liked in the country, but they would compare her to lilies, and she had to go to parties, and London was so dreary compared with being alone in the country with her father and the dogs.

Every man fell in love with her, and she was really awfully bored.

It was this that made him attractive to women who liked the sense that he was not altogether manly.

He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought

His wife was crying, and he felt nothing; only each time she sobbed in this profound, this silent, this hopeless way, he descended another step into the pit.

So there was no excuse; nothing whatever the matter, except the sin for which human nature had condemned him to death; that he did not feel. He had not cared when Evans was killed; that was worst;

The verdict of human nature on such a wretch was death.

Conversion is her name and she feasts on the wills of the weakly, loving to impress, to impose, adoring her own features stamped on the face of the populace.