I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

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

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. 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.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

It has long been my belief that in times of great stress, such as a 4-day vacation, the thin veneer of family wears off almost at once, and we are revealed in our true personalities.

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

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.