Shirley Jackson
Shirley Jackson
Shirley Hardie Jacksonwas an American author. She was a popular writer in her time, and her work has received increased attention from literary critics in recent years. She influenced Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, Nigel Kneale, and Richard Matheson...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 December 1916
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
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They were worried that it might get stolen, so they kept it hidden in the bottom of the truck, ... When they refueled the truck, they went behind a building so no one would see them.
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Our major exports are books and children, both of which we produce in abundance. The children are Laurence, Joanne, Sarah and Carry.
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The number of people who expected Mrs. Hutchinson to win a Bendix washer would amaze you.
bridges games intellect
Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.
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No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.
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Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.
watches dies
I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.
lying wine night
Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.
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I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.
Oh Constance, we are so happy.
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The first book is the book you have to write to get back at your parents; the book you always had in you. Once you get that out of your way, you can start writing books,
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I suppose, I hoped, by setting a particularly brutal ancient rite in the present and in my own village to shock the story's readers with a graphic dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives.
children doubt chance
I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.' 'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.
moon world tongue
I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.