No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
Shirley JacksonA pretty sight, a lady with a book.
Shirley JacksonGossip 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.
Shirley JacksonIn the country of the story the writer is king.
Shirley JacksonStichwörter: writing
She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could she have spent them so wantonly? I am foolish, she told herself early every summer, I am very foolish; I am grown up now and know the values of things. Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one's childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.
Shirley JacksonI shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.
Shirley JacksonSo long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.
Shirley JacksonStichwörter: writing
Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.
Shirley JacksonAll 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.
Shirley JacksonI remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.
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