Magdalena Morris

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
― Edvard Munch

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House