It is the strangest yellow, that wallpaper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw – not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things.Narrator
There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down.Narrator
I never saw a worse paper in my life. One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.Narrator
I wish I could get well faster. But I must not think about that.Narrator
The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing.Narrator
And she is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb through that pattern – it strangles so...Narrator
It is not bad – at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever met.Narrator
The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A yellow smell.Narrator
I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard!Narrator
It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house – to reach the smell.Narrator