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

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

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.

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.

in all the world there is not someone who does not believe something.

It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.

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