8 ordspråk av Shirley Jackson
Shirley Jackson
[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 . . .
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Cocoa? Cocoa! Damn miserable puny stuff, fit for kittens and unwashed boys. Did Shakespeare drink cocoa?
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February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
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I never was a person who wanted a handout. I was a cafeteria worker. I'm not too proud to ask the Best Western manager to give me a job. I have cleaned homes.
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It has long been my belief that in times of great stress, such as a 4-day vacation, the thin veneer of family wears off almost at once, and we are revealed in our true personalities.
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It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.
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They stayed off the interstates because they heard that [those roads] were a mess,
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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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