February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
Shirley JacksonFate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.
Shirley JacksonLet him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.
Shirley Jackson