"Yes, of course, if it's fine tomorrow," said Mrs. Ramsay. "But you'll have to be up with the lark," she added.
"You better not never tell nobody but God. It'd kill your mammy."
"Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa..."
"We slept in what had once been the gymnasium."
"The two women were alone in the London flat."
"A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That's all right!""
"But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction -- what has that got to do with a room of one's own? I will try to explain."
"The western plains of New South Wales are grasslands."
"No one remembers her beginnings."