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
struggle thinking feet
I was thinking, I could turn him into a fly and drop him into a spider's web and watch him tangled and helpless and struggling, shut into the body of a dying buzzing fly; I could wish him dead until he died.I could fasten him to a tree and keep him there until he grew into the trunk and bark grew over his mouth. if he was under the ground I could walk over him stamping my feet.
wise thinking blind
Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.
fun thinking looks
All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.
book thinking rooms
Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.
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.