God! Whose hand was I holding? - Shirley Jackson

I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have a little house all by myself on the moon.

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.

"I really think I shall commence chapter forty-four," he said, patting his hands together. "I shall commence, I think, with a slight exaggeration and go on from there into an outright lie. Constance, my dear?"
"Yes, Uncle Julian?"
"I am going to say that my wife was a beautiful woman."