Quote by Émile Zola

“He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied…

— Ambrose Bierce

“His eyes were alive with intellectual torture, as if pure thought was pain.”

— G.K. Chesterton

“suffering unspeakable torture at the thought of leaving his picture as it was, disfigured by an ugly, gaping wound. (49)”

— Émile Zola

“The man does not remember the hand that struck him, the darkness that frightened him, as a child; nevertheless, the hand and darkness remain…

— James Baldwin

“What made his face burn was a sense of failure, the yearning for freedom that remained unfulfilled and the acute realisation that he didn't…

— Park Wansuh

“He lay in darkness, like a sacrifice; he could hear the teeth of his leprosy devouring his flesh. There was a smell of contempt…

— Stephen R. Donaldson

“He couldn't think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn't known he possessed.”

— Joseph D'Lacey

“My eyes moved over his face. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twisted in agony. Even writhing he was beautiful, muscles clenching and unclenching,…

— Andrea Cremer

“He remembered the forceful hand that cast him to the earth. He'd fallen like a shooting star, his flesh burning until his wings fell…

— James Burnham

“Whenever his father’s eyes were on him, he became uncomfortably aware of all his deformities and shortcomings.”

— George R.R. Martin

“No matter how fierce was the passion that gripped him, the fact is he was paralyzed, transfixed by the contemplation of his own past.…

— Natsume Sōseki

“He felt as if he were under an intolerable physical strain, as if his body were likely at any moment to fly to pieces.…

— Iris Murdoch