“For,” the outsider will say, “… As a woman my country is the whole world.” And if [there remains] some love of England dropped into a child’s ears by the cawing of rooks in an elm tree, by the splash of waves on a beach, or by English voices murmuring nursery rhymes, she will make [it] serve her to give to England first what she desires of peace and freedom for the whole world.

—Woolf, Three Guineas

Thinking is my fighting.

—Woolf, Diary, 15 May 1940

Look at ourselves, ladies and gentlemen! Then at the wall; and ask how’s this wall, the great wall, which we call, perhaps miscall, civilization, to be built by (here the mirrors flicked and flashed) orts, scraps and fragments like ourselves?

—Megaphonic voice, Woolf, Between the Acts

Ambitious, ain’t it?

—Mrs. Manresa, Woolf, Between the Acts