I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.
Shirley JacksonIt 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.
Shirley JacksonI assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.
Shirley Jackson