In the country of the story the writer is king.

Why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?

Let 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.

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

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.

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.

Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again

I have always loved to use fear, to take it and comprehend it and make it work and consolidate a situation where I was afraid and take it whole and work from there.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.

Wear your boots if you wander today

Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!

He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.

Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.

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.

You never know what you are going to want until you see it clearly.

I looked at the clock with the faint unconscious hope common to all mothers that time will somehow have passed magically away and the next time you look it will be bedtime.

...you’d think my own face would know me...

Everything that makes the world like it is now will be gone. We'll have new rules and new ways of living. Maybe there'll be a law not to live in houses, so then no one can hide from anyone else, you see.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, but some, to dream.

Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea? Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me. Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!

Elizabeth, Beth, Betsy, and Bess, they all went together to find a bird's nest...

Upstairs Margaret said abruptly, 'I suppose it starts to happen first in the suburbs,' and when Brad said, 'What starts to happen?' she said hysterically, 'People starting to come apart.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.

What are you reading, my dear? A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

Sister's gone to school," I said to Sally. "Ah," said Sally. "And will she come home again?

When we had neatened the upstairs rooms we came downstairs together, carrying our dustcloths and the broom and dustpan and mop like a pair of witches walking home.

My dear, how can I make you perceive that there is no danger where there is nothing but love and understanding?

Fear and guilt are sisters;

We started out making men in about the state of mind which I suppose created them in the first place -- we had run out of kinds of women, and had to think of something else.

People,” the doctor said sadly, “are always so anxious to get things out into the open where they can put a name to them, even a meaningless name, so long as it has something of a scientific ring.

Everything is worse...if you think something is looking at you.

I suppose the mothers of most twelve-year-old boys live with the uneasy conviction that their sons are embarked upon a secret life of crime.

People who are all alone have every right to be friends with one another. ("The Honeymoon Of Mrs. Smith" - Version 1)

Now, I have nothing against the public school system as it is presently organized, once you allow the humor of its basic assumption about how it is possible to teach things to children....

I decided that I would choose three powerful words, words of strong protection, and so long as these great words were never spoken aloud no change would come.

I disliked having a fork pointed at me and I disliked the sound of the voice never stopping; I wished he would put food on the fork and put it into his mouth and strangle himself.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain,” said Lord Byron,

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.

Duty and conscience were, for Theodora, attributes which belonged properly to Girl Scouts.

Say Morg--you mind if I use the rest of your bath salts? There's only a little left.

I clear breakfast at ten o'clock. I set on lunch at one. Dinner I set on at six. It's ten o'clock.

When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.

...remember the metallic sound and taste of all of it. And the outrage.

It was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant.

I loathe writing autobiographical material because if it's dull no-one should have to read it anyway, and if it's interesting I should be using it for a story.

It is not possible, I frequently think, to walk down the street as fast as you can and kick yourself at the same time.

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.

He was scrupulous about the use of his title because, his investigations being so utterly unscientific, he hoped to borrow an air of respectability, even scholarly authority, from his education.

Journeys end in lovers meeting