and Orlando (1928), and the book-length essay A Room of One's Own (1929) with its famous dictum, "a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction

“It is curious how, at every crisis, some phrase which does not fit insists upon…”

“To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septim…”

“All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.”

“It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human appa…”