She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

To dream in isolation can be properly splendid to be sure; but to dream in company seems to me infinitely preferable.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces

There is no delight the equal of dread

Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.