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

He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.

I was already doing a lot of splendid research reading all the books about ghosts I could get hold of, and particularly true ghost stories - so much so that it became necessary for me to read a chapter of _Little Women_ every night before I turned out the light - and at the same time I was collecting pictures of houses, particularly odd houses, to see what I could find to make into a suitable haunted house.

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.

All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.