Julia: They're all here, aren't they? All the ghosts... All the ghosts are assembling for the party.
Virginia Woolf: I can't think of anything more exhilarating than a trip to London.
Laura Brown: Don't worry, honey. Everything's fine. We're going to have a wonderful party. We've made Daddy such a nice cake.
Clarissa Vaughn: Why is everything wrong?
Richard Brown: I've stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go.
Clarissa Vaughn: I don't know what's happening to me. I seemed to be unraveling.
Virginia Woolf: Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die.
Clarissa Vaughan: Just to let you know I am making the crab thing. Not that I imagine it makes any difference to you.
Richard Brown: Of course it makes a difference. I love the crab thing.
Richard Brown: We want everything, don't we?
Clarissa Vaughn: I suppose we do.
Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
Laura Brown: Baby. Baby, you have to be brave now.
Virginia Woolf: You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
Virginia Woolf: I was going to kill my heroine. But I've changed my mind. I fear I may have to kill someone else, instead.
Virginia Woolf: Do you think I may one day escape?
Vanessa Bell: One day.
Richard Brown: Oh, Mrs. Dalloway... Always giving parties to cover the silence.
Angelica Bell: Goodbye.
Virginia Woolf: Goodbye, little girl.
Laura Brown: We're baking the cake to show him that we love him.
Richie Brown: Otherwise he won't know we love him?
Laura Brown: That's right.
Angelica Bell: What were you thinking about?
Virginia Woolf: I was going to kill my heroine. But I've changed my mind.
