I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.
You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?
He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.
Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don’t let me, she hoped concretely, don’t let me know too surely what he thinks of me.
Oh Constance, we are so happy.
Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?
Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.
Wear your boots if you wander today.
Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.
We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.
I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.
For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.
I suppose, I hoped, by setting a particularly brutal ancient rite in the present and in my own village to shock the story’s readers with a graphic dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives.
The number of people who expected Mrs. Hutchinson to win a Bendix washer would amaze you.
It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.
In ten years I will be a beautiful charming lovely lady writer without any husband or children but lots of lovers and everyone will read the books I write and want to marry me but I will never marry any of them. I will have lots of money and jewels too.
Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.
Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.
I never was a person who wanted a handout. I was a cafeteria worker. I’m not too proud to ask the Best Western manager to give me a job. I have cleaned homes.
It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house ; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.