Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

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.

There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.

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.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?