Pointed Roofs: Pilgrimage, Volume 1

“That other thing, The Anatomy of Melancholy. Fascinating. But it would take so much reading, on and on forgetting everything; all the ordinary things, seeing things in some new way, some way that fascinated people for a moment if you tried to talk about it and then made them very angry[...] Impossible to take it out and have it on the schoolroom table for tea-time reading.””

— Dorothy M. Richardson

“I want to live, even if I slink through life. I don't care, inside. I shall always have myself to be with.””

— Dorothy M. Richardson

“Listening to sermons was wrong... people ought to refuse to be preached at by these men. Trying to listen to them made her more furious than anything she could think of, more base in submitting... those men's sermons were worse than women's smiles... just as insincere at any rate... and you could get away from the smiles, make it plain you did not agree and that things were not simple and settled... but you could not stop a sermon. It was so unfair. The service might be lovely, if you did not listen to the words; and then the man got up and went on and on from unsound premises until your brain was sick... droning on and on and getting more and more pleased with himself and emphatic... and nothing behind it.””

— Dorothy M. Richardson