“They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
When a little pleasure has flashed for a moment against the dark, I have made that jewel mine. I have hundreds of… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door;… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“No," said her dad, starting to shout, "what I can't handle is you being dropped off after midnight by some kid who… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore! — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“She’d never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too,… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are." The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She’d peered through the… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A double-edged sword One side destroys One releases I am your Gordian knot Will you release or destroy me? Follow truth and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Think of all the years passed by in which you said to yourself "I'll do it tomorrow," and how the gods have… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
“So, you let me get through that whole spiel, my entire tirade, but weren't going to let me have the dramatic walkaway,… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
Humanity has gained its suit; Liberty will nevermore be without an asylum. — Marquis de Lafayette Copy Share Image
“Isobel’s face burned. Her skin tingled where he’d touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn’t be sure if she… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
