“And we, from within the sigh of the trees, and the soft moss underfoot, and the calling of night birds, watched him as he watched, gazing where he should not.”

“Ha! cackled the fiend, I expect youd like revenge on that husband of yours. Murder shouldnt go unpunished, and no creature enjoys delivering chastisement as much as I. What about giving him a taste...”

“Inside, there was a bed, and upon the bed there was a woman. More beautiful was she even than the damask rose while her scent, drifting through the open window, was that of the night dew. Her hair ...”

“Good and evil exist in all of us. a moments temptation takes us on a wrong path. On that path may lurk foul fiends,inhuman, yet feeding, needingall our weaknesses: vanity, indolence and envy,Easy f...”

“Listen,listen with your eyes,and your lips.Listen with your skin, and your blood.Can you hear us,at the edges?”

“Ha!’ cackled the fiend, ‘I expect you’d like revenge on that husband of yours. Murder shouldn’t go unpunished, and no creature enjoys delivering chastisement as much as I. What about giving him a t...”

“Good and evil exist in all of us. a moments temptation takes us on a wrong path. On that path may lurk foul fiends,inhuman, yet feeding, needingall our weaknesses: vanity, indolence and envy,Easy f...”

“Listen,listen with your eyes,and your lips.Listen with your skin, and your blood.Can you hear us,at the edges?”

“Then the lion stares at it. It stares at its prey. Like this.' (Old Antonio frowns and fastens his black eyes on me.) 'The poor little animal that is going to die just looks. It looks at the lion, ...”

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with trave...”

“I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. "Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon... except as a comic relief. Gh...”

“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”

“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.”

“Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the sturdycommon sense of a burgher-class in the making.”

“You see the world in colors,I see in Black and Red.”