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.
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.
Fear 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.
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.
A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But in my experience, most times they’re just what we want to see.
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.
People f*** up. I guess you don’t get that, you don’t really get it until you f*** up. Really f*** up.