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The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

Everyone in town plays the lottery but instead of winning a million dollars, they win a million stones. Thrown at their face. Until they’re dead.

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.”

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson

“I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.”

—Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“I could live there all alone, she thought, slowing the car to look down the winding garden path to the small blue front door with, perfectly, a white cat on the step. No one would ever find me there, either, behind all those roses, and just to make sure I would plant oleanders by the road. I will light a fire in the cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes told, and I will brew love potions for sad maidens; I will have a robin...”

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson

“I thought of books, which are always strongly protective. ”

—Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“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...”

—Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived In The Castle

“Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, 'She wants her cup of stars.' Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course. 'Her little cup,' the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl. 'It has stars in the bottom, and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She calls it her cup of stars because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk.' The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, 'You'll have your milk from your cup of stars tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?' Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.” ”

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

Even without the context, this is probably the most personally meaningful and resonating quote I have ever read in any book.

Insist upon your cup of stars.

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.”

—Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
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