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
eye night blue
I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes--the left--saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.
eye sight return
It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.
eye sea two
[L]et my reader who is puzzled by my awkward explanations close his eyes for no more than two minutes, and see if he does not find himself suddenly not a compact human being at all, but only a consciousness on a sea of sound and touch . . .
behind bottom building hidden kept might worried
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.
american-novelist books both children exports major produce sarah
Our major exports are books and children, both of which we produce in abundance. The children are Laurence, Joanne, Sarah and Carry.
winning numbers people
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.
mind superstitions defense
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.
fear stranger poor
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.
fake-people writing giving
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.
book writing parent
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,