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

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower$$$ but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret$$$ gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.

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."

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?

What it sees there isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.

The past is just something that's over.

One should never write down or up to people$$$ but out of yourself.

He is indeed the true enchanter$$$ whose spell operates$$$ not upon the senses$$$ but upon the imagination and the heart.

They are given to all kinds of marvellous beliefs; are subject to trances and visions; and frequently see strange sights$$$ and hear music and voices in the air.

Poetry had breathed over and sanctified the land.