Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the gloves herself.

To me, it was heady enough to be in the Elliott's proximity, to skim across the Atlantic and return to a plushy restored home built in 1822 by a whaling captain, and there to eat meals of organic, healthful foods whose names I didn't know how to pronounce. Quinoa. I remember thinking quinoa was a kind of fish.

Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.

It is a known fact that in Yorkshire, whatever the problem, the prospect of a cup of tea seems to have a remarkably calming effect.

He was still thinking about her when he drove into a man and killed him.

In my paranoid world every storekeeper thinks I'm stealing, every man thinks I'm a prostitute or a lesbian, every woman thinks I'm a lesbian or arrogant, and every child and animal sees the real me and it is evil.

Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly forever. Conventional tragedy is too easy. The hero dies and we feel a purging of the emotions. A real tragedy takes place in a corner, in an untidy spot, to quote W. H. Auden. The rest of the world is unaware of it.

Jeg vet ikke hvor lang tid det har gått, men jeg vet at det har gått flere dager - kanskje uker - siden jeg sist har hatt lyst til å ta meg selv av dage. Dette bekymrer meg.

Pamela og jeg passer godt sammen fordi jeg føler at vi har et harmonisk forhold, rett og slett. Vi har en avslappet omgangstone, alt er ukomplisert. Når vi beggegjør akkurat hva vi vil, gjør ingen av oss noe den andre ikke vil.

"I see", said Miss Pettigrew. "There are very many points to learn in collecting a husband. My ignorance is abysmal".

I mangel av en skjebne burde jeg i det minste skaffe meg en framtid.

Cheer up! Death is round the corner!

He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.

'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.

Åååh, desse fem timar lange turane til Bergen med snøggbåten! På Austlandet hadde dei tog. Det var ikkje stort betre. Men dei snakka om å få ta i hurtigtog, endatil lyntog. Austlendingane hadde noko å sjå fram til. Her vestpå hadde ein allereie snøggbåtar. Ein hadde ikkje noko meir å gå på.

Ho løfta på augebryna og smilte. Ho var den typen jente som hadde plukka meir augebryn enn bær.

Når to menn skal snakke med kvarandre på like fot, bør ikkje den eine ligge og rulle i ei kald elv.

En morgen våknet jeg helt av meg selv. Her finnes det en mulighet, tenkte jeg.

Why would anyone read a book instead of watching big people move on a screen? Because a book can be literature.

Who would say that a day spent reading was a good day? But a life spent reading - that is a good life.