“Squats on a toad-stool under a tree, a bodiless childfull of life in the gloom.”— Thomas Lovell Beddoes
“Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”— Shirley Jackson
“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry.”— Mervyn Peake
“The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.”— Bram Stoker