“It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.”

“Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.”

“I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.”

“We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Our house is old, and noisy, and full. when we moved into it we had two children and about five thousand books; I expect that when we finally overflow and move out again we will have perhaps twenty children and easily half a million books; we also own assorted beds and tables and chairs and rocking horses and lamps and doll dresses and ship models and paint brushes and literally thousands of socks.”