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“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, buy some, to dream. 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. Within, walls continued upright, bricks meet neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield it or we fight it, but we cannot meet at half way.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Around her the trees and wildflowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground, forced to go from one place to another, heart-breakingly mobile.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Rage wrapped itself around her like a tourniquet, keeping her alive even as it condemned a part of her to atrophy.”
― Omar El Akkad, American War