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

Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

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

I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

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 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.