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.
The novella masterpiece We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962) by Gothic writer Shirley Jackson, who also wrote one of the finest short stories with The Lottery (1948). As told by the unreliable narrator Mary Katherine ‘Merrikat’ Blackwood, it tells of a family’s ostracising in a small town after a poisoning incident that killed four members of the family.
The famous quote by Irish playwright Samuel Beckett from his novella Worstward Ho (1983). Winner of the 1969 Nobel Prize for Literature, Beckett was one of the most celebrated creative and influential literary minds of the 20th Century.