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.

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

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.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

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

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

Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.