We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.

I delight in what I fear.

It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.

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.