(...) silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

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