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

The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward - that's why they've been given bodies, to hide their souls.

You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?

Life Among the Savages is a disrespectful memoir of my children.

All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...

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

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.