Tag: Virginia Woolf

This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

Why are women… so much more interesting to men than men are to women?