Quote by Laini Taylor

“To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“The kiss of my soft soles on the stone, the thud of my heart in my chest and rush of blood in my ears…

— G.R. Matthews

“machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves”

— William Shakespeare

“Even the poorest and most squalid life is an Aeschylean drama, if you think about the tragedy of the bodily functions, the whispering of…

— Guido Ceronetti

“He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“The moaning and groaning, The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing At heart:—ah, that horrible, Horrible throbbing! The sickness—the nausea—…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distressed by their disorder.”

— Virginia Woolf

“The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing…

— Oscar Wilde

“My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying,…

— H.P. Lovecraft

“So in that sense, I and my fellow horror writers are absorbing and defusing all your fears and anxieties and insecurities and taking them…

— Stephen King

“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.”

— Wilfred Owen

“Fire! Your nose ignites, flameless kerosene (and, some say, Drano) laced with ephedrine you want to cry powdered demons bite through cartilage and sinuses,…

— Ellen Hopkins