At its heart, Gothic Fiction is the introvert's "Hero's…

Gothic in its purest sense is actually a very powerful, twisted genre, but the way it was being used by by journalists - 'goff'…

— Siouxsie Sioux

Man preys on man; and you mourn for the idle tapestry that decorated a gothic pillar, and the dronish bell that summoned the fat…

— Mary Wollstonecraft

“The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain…

— Tiffany Apan

“In starlit nights I saw you, So cruelly you kissed me. Your lips a magic world, Your sky all hung with jewels. The killing…

— Echo and the Bunnymen

There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one almost enamoured…

— Oscar Wilde

“And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses…

— Sheridan Le Fanu

As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian is so…

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Cavernous windows opened in a silent scream on the face of the Gothic house that tilted on the crest of Foster Hill. Its gables…

— Jaime Jo Wright

“Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil beneath them…

— Maggie Sn

Most buildings, whether they're Gothic cathedrals or Romanesque ones, were high tech for their time.

— Richard Rogers

“And so the afternoon stretched on, and Ezbon toasted their imminent defeat to the dregs.”

— C.N. Faust

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— Laura Ramirez

“A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.”

— Simona Panova

Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up…

— Alan Moore

“The search party became zombie silhouettes in shafts of early-morning light, yawning, despondent, and halfway home when a boy’s scream pierced the fog—“OVER HERE!”—and…

— Jake Vander-Ark