Shirley Jackson
I never was a person who wanted a handout. I was a cafeteria worker. I'm not too proud to ask the Best Western manager to give me a job. I have cleaned homes.Collection: Best
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.Collection: Fear
I delight in what I fear.Collection: Fear
Life Among the Savages is a disrespectful memoir of my children.
I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.
The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward - that's why they've been given bodies, to hide their souls.Collection: Heart
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.Collection: Life
So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.Collection: Hurt
Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?Collection: Running
I suppose, I hoped, by setting a particularly brutal ancient rite in the present and in my own village to shock the story's readers with a graphic dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives.Collection: Stories
Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.Collection: Fighting
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. 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 met 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.Collection: Dream
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.Collection: Book
I cannot find any patience for those people who believe that you start writing when you sit down at your desk and pick up your pen and finish writing when you put down your pen again; a writer is always writing, seeing everything through a thin mist of words, fitting swift little descriptions to everything he sees, always noticing. Just as I believe that a painter cannot sit down to his morning coffee without noticing what color it is, so a writer cannot see an odd little gesture without putting a verbal description to it, and ought never to let a moment go by undescribed.Collection: Morning
Dad and I did not care at all for your story in The New Yorker … [I]t does seem, dear, that this gloomy kind of story is what all you young people think about these days. Why don't you write something to cheer people up?Collection: Cheer
We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.Collection: Summer
In the country of the story the writer is king.Collection: Country
The first book is the book you have to write to get back at your parents; the book you always had in you. Once you get that out of your way, you can start writing books.Collection: Book
A pretty sight, a lady with a book.Collection: Book
Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.Collection: Fear
Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.Collection: Horse
It has long been my belief that in times of great stress, such as a 4-day vacation, the thin veneer of family wears off almost at once, and we are revealed in our true personalities.Collection: Stress
No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.Collection: Mind
in all the world there is not someone who does not believe something.Collection: Believe
I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.Collection: Buttons
I 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.Collection: Book
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met 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.Collection: Wall
We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.Collection: House
She walked quickly around her one-room apartment. After more than four years in this one home she knew all its possibilities, how it could put on a sham appearance of warmth and welcome when she needed a place to hide in, how it stood over her in the night when she woke suddenly, how it could relax itself into a disagreeable unmade, badly-put-together state, mornings like this, anxious to drive her out and go back to sleep.Collection: Morning
I was already doing a lot of splendid research reading all the books about ghosts I could get hold of, and particularly true ghost stories - so much so that it became necessary for me to read a chapter of _Little Women_ every night before I turned out the light - and at the same time I was collecting pictures of houses, particularly odd houses, to see what I could find to make into a suitable haunted house.Collection: Book
All 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.Collection: Fun
It might be suggested, and not easily disproven that anything, no matter how exotic, can be believed by someone. On the other hand, abstract belief is largely impossible; it is the concrete, the actuality of the cup, the candle, the sacrificial stone, which hardens belief; the statue is nothing until it cries, the philosophy is nothing until the philosopher is martyred.Collection: Philosophy
I took my coffee into the dining room and settled down with the morning paper. A woman in New York had had twins in a taxi. A woman in Ohio had just had her seventeenth child. A twelve-year-old girl in Mexico had given birth to a thirteen-pound boy. The lead article on the woman's page was about how to adjust the older child to the new baby. I finally found an account of an axe murder on page seventeen, and held my coffee cup up to my face to see if the steam might revive me.Collection: Girl
I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.Collection: People
I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.Collection: Watches
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.Collection: Children
On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.Collection: Moon
I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.Collection: Moon
There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.Collection: Long
Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.Collection: Games
I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes--the left--saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.Collection: Eye
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.Collection: Wise
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.Collection: Summer
My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.Collection: Dog
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.Collection: Summer
I came to believe that being a private detective was the work I was meant to do.Collection: Believe
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; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.Collection: Girl
I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.Collection: Hands
It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house ; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.Collection: Kindness
God! Whose hand was I holding?Collection: Hands