God! Whose Hand Was I

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.

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.

Bridge Is A Game For The Undivided Intellect.

Life Among The Savages Is A Disrespectful Memoir Of My Children.

It Is Only With The Eyes Open That A Corporeal Form Returns, And Assembles Itself Firmly Around The Hard Core Of Sight.