Angelo

“I have a feeling our relationship is finally as it should be: Agent and author. Nothing more.”
― Colleen Hoover, Verity

“Then why did she mind what he said? Women can’t write, women can’t paint—what did that matter coming from him, since clearly it was not true to him but for some reason helpful to him,”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“It is a French recipe of my grandmother’s,” said Mrs. Ramsay, speaking with a ring of great pleasure in her voice. Of course it was French. What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed).”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Again she felt, as a fact without hostility, the sterility of men, for if she did not do it nobody would do it, and so, giving herself a little shake that one gives a watch that has stopped, the old familiar pulse began beating, as the watch begins ticking—one, two, three, one, two, three.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse