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

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.

I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes--the left--saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.

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

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

In the country of the story the writer is king.

No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.