So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.
Now, I have nothing against the public school system as it is presently organized, once you allow the humor of its basic assumption about how it is possible to teach things to children….
Tell me something that only I will ever know, was perhaps what she wanted to ask him, or, What will you remember me by? – or even, Nothing of the least importance has ever belonged to me; can you help?
Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.
Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.
Fear,” the doctor said, “is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.
I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have little house all by myself on the moon.
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, but some, to dream.
Everything that makes the world like it is now will be gone. We’ll have new rules and new ways of living. Maybe there’ll be a law not to live in houses, so then no one can hide from anyone else, you see.
People who are all alone have every right to be friends with one another.(“The Honeymoon Of Mrs. Smith” – Version 1)
…very lonely and, often, very unhappy, with the poignant misery that comes to lonely people who long to be social and cannot, somehow, step naturally and unselfconsciously into some friendly group
I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.
It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.
It’s not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark.
When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.
My dear, how can I make you perceive that there is no danger where there is nothing but love and understanding?
I am going to put death in all their food and watch them die.
I’m going to put death in all their food and watch them die.
We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.
All cat stories start with the statement: ‘My mother, who was the first cat, told me this,’ and I lay with Jonas listening to his stories.
Hill House, she thought, You’re as hard to get into as heaven.
We have grown to trust blindly in our senses of balance and reason, and I can see where the mind might fight wildly to preserve its own familiar stable patterns against all evidence that it was leaning sideways.
I suppose the mothers of most twelve-year-old boys live with the uneasy conviction that their sons are embarked upon a secret life of crime.
When Jim Donell thought of something to say he said it as often and in as many ways as possible, perhaps because he had very few ideas and had to wring each one dry.
I looked at the clock with the faint unconscious hope common to all mothers that time will somehow have passed magically away and the next time you look it will be bedtime.
All cat stories start with this statement: “My mother, who was the first cat, told me this…
I have always loved to use fear, to take it and comprehend it and make it work and consolidate a situation where I was afraid and take it whole and work from there.
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.