No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.

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?

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.

Dad and I did not care at all for your story in The New Yorker … [I]t does seem, dear, that this gloomy kind of story is what all you young people think about these days. Why don't you write something to cheer people up?

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

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.