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

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?

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.

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

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

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

I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.