"I will go on my horse and bring you cinnamon and thyme, emeralds and clove, cloth of gold and cabbages." "And rhubarb." - Shirley Jackson

I hated them anyway, and wondered why it had been worth while creating them in the first place.

"Nothing irrevocable had yet been spoken, but there was only the barest margin of safety left them, each of them moving delicately along the outskirts of an open question, and, once spoken, such a question-as "Do you love me?" -could never be answered or forgotten. They walked slowly, meditating, wondering, and the path sloped down from their feet and they followed, walking side by side in the most extreme intimacy of expectation; their feinting and hesitation done with, they could only await passively for resolution. Each knew, almost within a breath, what the other was thinking and wanting to say; each of them almost wept for the other. They perceived at the same moment the change in the path and each knew then the other's knowledge of it; Theodora took Eleanor's arm and, afraid to stop, they moved on slowly, close together, and ahead of them the path widened and blackened and curved."

"All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...