“ When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. H.P. Lovecraft
“ You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic. Solange nicole
“ Owen is the most Hitchcockian preschooler I ever met. He's three. He knows maybe ninety word and one of them is 'crypt'? Sarah Vowell
“ Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them Terry Pratchett
“ But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions… Oscar Wilde
“ That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memor… H.P. Lovecraft
“ If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way. Melika Dannese Lux
“ The macabre who lived through the war have a story they loved to tell about the soldiers of the Foreign Legion giving a ball in the expanses around Verdun and dancing with the corpses. Alabama's conti… Zelda Fitzgerald
“ In the middle, the river was a deep green, scattered with rocks poking their noses up for a breath. The water charged around them, creating eddies and whirlpools. Closer to the bank, the current dragg… Claire Fuller
“ Against a set of desolate scenery, amid spectral crags and livid mountains of ash, beneath the funereal daylight of slopes illuminated in blue, she personified the spirit of the witches' sabbat. Morbi… Jean Lorrain
“ People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts. Aniket More
“ And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, “Lies.” Excerpt from "Lies Angela B. Chrysler
“ William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is where his anguish lies. He is unable to influence the situation, despite his d… M.R. Gott
“ This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop of Will Wimble the undertaker --a man whom we know not, and whose plebeian appellation has never before this night thwarted our roya… Edgar Allan Poe
“ Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some tim… W.W. Jacobs
