Quote by Keith Minshew

“It seemed odd that a man's smell should cling in the folds of a curtain so long after the man himself had become dead…

— Graham Greene

“He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just…

— Kelly Creagh

“I drew in a deep breath, sucking the sour tange into my lungs and savoring the chemical smell of decay. But this was no…

— Alan Bradley

“The caretaker was certainly very ancient, a tight and desiccated thing from which all softness and moisture had long since been extracted.”

— Jonathan Stroud

“It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and…

— Nathanael West

“Strange, how death had a way of turning a table upside down in an instant. It swept away all the dust that covered treasures,…

— Julianne MacLean

“Breathing through his mouth, he found he could taste the air. It was the taste of an old, abandoned book; of a damp cemetery…

— Ambrose Ibsen

“How quickly the dead faded into each other,”

— Ian McEwan

“It was a curious thing about the past--how it lay in wait for you, quietly, invisibly, almost as though it weren't there. You might…

— John Verdon

“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now…

— Virginia Woolf

“The old curator of ceramics lay near the door, looking indignant, as if death was a silly modern fad that he rather disapproved of.”

— Philip Reeve

“And the air was rent with cries of the living glaring at the rotted bones and rags of their kin and friends just a-swingin…

— Sarah E Wright