Hill House, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood so for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And those who walk there, walk together.
Be sure to let your imagination get the best of you. That’s the first step. Imagine the worst thing possible, assume it’s true, and go from there.[to Shirley]
A house is like a person’s body. The walls are like bones, the pipes are veins, it needs to breathe, it needs light and flow, and it all works together to keep us safe and healthy inside.
When you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there. And when you grow up, you learn how to make them real.
Use your cup of stars. Insist on your cup of stars. Once they’ve trapped you into being like everyone else, you’ll never see your cup of stars again.[to Nell]
Most of what people say at a funeral is a wish. “They’re in a better place, they’re at peace, they’re smiling down.” People just wishing out loud.
It’s kids like us who’ve been through more than other kids. We’re tougher than other kids. We’re great builders. We make ourselves really safe. And no one ever gets in.