“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil… — Maggie Sn Copy Share Image
The feat of superbly imitating a muscle, as Michelangelo did, or a face, as Raphael did, created neither progress nor a hierarchy… — Fernand Leger Copy Share Image
“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The scar rippled from the top of her bikini line down to her thigh. Where normal girls had hair, Ava had a… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
At the hour of midnight the Salerian gate was silently opened, and the inhabitants were awakened by the tremendous sound of the… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
“He unzipped the nylon case, and inside was a discolored frame that smelled like smoke. A thin layer of soot covered the… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
On sober reflection, I find few reasons for publishing my Italian version of an obscure, neo-Gothic French version of a seventeenth century… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She will have brown eyes that say everything I ever need to know without her having to speak. She will be beyond… — S.K.N. Hammerstone Copy Share Image
“Trevor climbed once again to the land of the living, naked except for an antique gas mask strapped to his face. As… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“The boy was there too, stumbling through the living room horde and passing out magic mushrooms from a paper bag. His eyeballs… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The 1890s was perhaps the most Gothic decade ever: 'Dracula,' 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'The Time Machine,' not to mention… — Mark Fisher Copy Share Image
“The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What a misfortune it isto be bornawoman!? Why seek for knowledge, which can prove only that our wretchedness is irremediable? If a… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
Maybe we were being a bit unrealistic, but we had this hope that if we could just get into the Ivy League,… — Sarah Strohmeyer Copy Share Image
Culture is a sham if it is only a sort of Gothic front put on an iron building -- like Tower Bridge… — Eric Gill Copy Share Image
“Exercise care with what it is you do when you hold my heart in your hands. For it is my love that… — Shane K.P. O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
I won't talk to you about my family and you won't talk to me about yours. Family talk is either boring or… — Chaim Potok Copy Share Image
Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There are prisons made of iron. There are prisons made of velvet. Lucian’s house had no bars, only warmth, taste, money, and… — Valon G Copy Share Image
“These streets belong to us because we decided not to punch the time clock. We decided to see what and f*ck is… — Keith Kekic Copy Share Image
Everybody is, I suppose, either Classic or Gothic by nature. Either you feel in your bones that buildings should be rectangular boxes… — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
If you look at Gothic detailing right down to the bottom of a column or the capital of a column, it's a… — Charles Jencks Copy Share Image
All my life I’ve pursued the perfect red. I can never get painters to mix it for me. It’s exactly as if… — Diana Vreeland Copy Share Image
“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“The suit gave him strength, but not freedom. It gave him youth, but not peace. It gave him Lucian’s gaze— and that… — Valon G Copy Share Image
When the theater is gothic it matches the sensibility of the show. It's also very intimate. The audience is very close to… — Frank Wildhorn Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Romance is not the giving of flowers, or any other gift. It is a way of life, a way of being. Romance… — Shane K.P. O'Neill Copy Share Image
In less than seven years the vestiges of the Gothic invasion were almost obliterated, and the city appeared to resume its former… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Icon of Prague, the medieval bridge crossed the Vltava between Old Town and the Little Quarter. Gothic bridge towers rose on both… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
With undead armies, psychotic angels and exploding airships, Scar Night is a gripping, ripping yarn which rattles along at a great pace.… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
Every age manifests itself by some external evidence. In a period such as ours when only a comparatively few individuals seem to… — Charles Sheeler Copy Share Image
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
