Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.
Shirley JacksonTag: fear strangers afraid merricat
When Jim Donell thought of something to say he said it as often and in as many ways as possible, perhaps because he had very few ideas and had to wring each one dry.
Shirley JacksonTag: stupidity ideas fools idiots bullies merricat
I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.'
'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.
Tag: humor dark-humor cannibalism macabre
In ten years I will be a beautiful charming lovely lady writer without any husband or children but lots of lovers and everyone will read the books I write and want to marry me but I will never marry any of them. I will have lots of money and jewels too.
Shirley JacksonOne of the most terrifying aspects of publishing stories and books is the realization that they are going to be read, and read by strangers. I had never fully realized this before, although I had of course in my imagination dwelt lovingly upon the thought of the millions and millions of people who were going to be uplifted and enriched and delighted by the stories I wrote.
Shirley JacksonShe had never driven far alone before. The notion of dividing her lovely journey into miles and hours was silly; she saw it [...] as a passage of moments, each one new, carrying her along with them, taking her down a path of incredible novelty to a new place. The journey itself was her positive action, her destination vague, perhaps nonexistent. [...] Or she might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing and she had come to the end of the world.
Shirley JacksonTag: moving-forward
I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.
Shirley JacksonThe trees around and overhead were so thick that it was always dry inside and on Sunday morning I lay there with Jonas, listening to his stories. All cat stories start with the statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this," and I lay with my head close to Jonas and listened. There was no change coming, I thought here, only spring; I was wrong to be so frightened. The days would get warmer, and Uncle Julian would sit in the sun, and Constance would laugh when she worked in the garden, and it would always be the same. Jonas went on and on ("And then we sang! And then we sang!") and the leaves moved overhead and it would always be the same.
Shirley JacksonTag: cats security trees hiding
Where did he go, your father?'
'Africa.'
'What for?'
'To shoot lions, of course.'
'What on Earth for?' said Mrs. Willow blankly.
'Some people shoot lions,' the girl said pleasantly, 'and some people do not shoot lions. My father is one of the people who do.
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.
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