Virginia Woolf: Im dying in this town.
Vanessa Bell: Your aunt is a very lucky woman Angelica. She has two lives. The life she is living, and the book she is writing.
Richard Brown: Would you be angry if I died?
Julia: They're all here, aren't they? All the ghosts... All the ghosts are assembling for the party.
Richard Brown: I've stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go.
Richard Brown: We want everything, don't we?
Clarissa Vaughn: I suppose we do.
Virginia Woolf: You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
Richard Brown: Oh, Mrs. Dalloway... Always giving parties to cover the silence.
Angelica Bell: What were you thinking about?
Virginia Woolf: I was going to kill my heroine. But I've changed my mind.
Julia: You can't see that Louis Waters is weird?
Clarissa Vaughn: I can see that he's sad.
Julia: Well. All of your friends are sad.
Richard Brown: Just wait till I die. Then you'll have to think of yourself. How are you going to like that?
Virginia Woolf: I am attended by doctors. Everywhere. I am attended by doctors who inform me of my own interests.
Clarissa Vaughn: When I'm with him I feel... Yes, I am living. And when I'm not with him... Yes, everything does seem sort of silly.
Virginia Woolf: You return to what?
Vanessa Bell: Tonight. Oh, just some insufferable dinner not even you could envy, Virginia.
Virginia Woolf: But I do.
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.
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 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.
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.
