She walked quickly around her one-room apartment. After more than four years in this one home she knew all its possibilities, how… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
I took my coffee into the dining room and settled down with the morning paper. A woman in New York had had… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
In ten years I will be a beautiful charming lovely lady writer without any husband or children but lots of lovers and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more. — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“She could not remember ever being truly happy in her adult life; her years with her mother had been built up devotedly around small… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Upstairs Margaret said abruptly, 'I suppose it starts to happen first in the suburbs,' and when Brad said, 'What starts to happen?' she said… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“The beautiful clarity of all marked outlines occurred to her--there would be a deep satisfaction in strengthening fences, for instance, going along on the… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“And we held each other in the dark hall and laughed, with the tears running down our cheeks and echoes of our laughter going… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?” — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“It was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Eleanor—“I plan to stay up and read for a while.” “Are you still reading Pamela?” Eleanor asked the doctor. “Volume two. I have three… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer. — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“it’s quite a hazard, quite a hazard indeed, people knocking you down. Still, it’s a genuine pleasure to find one as willing as you… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
