Quote by Herman Melville

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“The old man with the white beard had gone quite mad. He ripped his robes from his body and ran naked through the forest…

— Jennifer M. Baldwin

“The antique volume which I had taken up was the “Mad Trist” of Sir Launcelot Canning; but I had called it a favorite of…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“We sealed my father's grave on a day of stark contrasts, of black against white, and it was the last time I'd ever find…

— Beth Fantaskey

“He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some museums," he…

— Francesca Lia Block

“A gentleman sitting in spectacles before an old ledger, and writing down pitiful remembrances of his own condition, is a quaint and ridiculous object.”

— William Makepeace Thackeray

“I spent the months following my grandfather's death cycling through a purgatory of beige waiting rooms and anonymous offices (...), the object of a…

— Ransom Riggs

“For you cannot know the world by just navel-gazing. This is why he reads history and studies philosophy: not to draw lessons and precepts,…

— Stefan Zweig

“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening,…

— Georges Rodenbach

“I really am going to meet Forster: I thought I shouldn't, but apparently the old boy E.M.F. is saying with remembered my name &…

— Philip Larkin

“...writing a novel is buttering warm toast, while writing a history is herding porcupines with your elbows.”

— Thomas King