A man may be accused of cowardice for fleeing away from all manner of physical dangers but when things supernatural, insubstantial and inexplicable threaten not only his safety and well-being but his sanity, his innermost soul, then retreat is not… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“Here, in the garden at night, it is another world, strange and yet friendly and familiar, never frightening. There is such quietness, such sweetness,… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
I read a lot of ghost stories because I was writing a ghost story. I didn't think at all I was writing a horror… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
A man may be accused of cowardice for fleeing away from all manner of physical dangers but when things supernatural, insubstantial and inexplicable threaten… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“You try so hard to shield me, and protect me, and really, there is no need, you try so hard to hide what you… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
Books help to form us. If you cut me open, you will find volume after volume, page after page, the contents of every one… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
Ghost stories ... tell us about things that lie hidden within all of us, and which lurk outside all around us. — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“I was frightened of myself, I seemed to have no control over my thoughts and feelings, it was like a sort of madness...” — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“I go downstairs and the books blink at me from the shelves. Or stare. In a trick of the light, a row of them… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
I had not yet learned that we make our own destiny, it springs from within us. It is not the outward events but what… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“I had always known in my heart that the experience would never leave me, that it was now woven into my very fibers, an… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
