God! Whose Hand Was I Holding?

Fate Intervened. Some Of Us, That Day, She Led Inexorably Through The Gates Of Death. Some Of Us, Innocent And Unsuspecting, Took, Unwillingly, That One Last Step To Oblivion. Some Of Us Took Very Little Sugar.

In Ten Years I Will Be A Beautiful Charming Lovely Lady Writer Without Any Husband Or Children But Lots Of Lovers And Everyone Will Read The Books I Write And Want To Marry Me But I Will Never Marry Any Of Them. I Will Have Lots Of Money And Jewels Too.

Hill House, She Thought, You're As Hard To Get Into As Heaven.

Am I Walking Toward Something I Should Be Running Away From?

I Shall Weave A Suit Of Leaves. At Once. With Acorns For Buttons.