All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. - Edgar Allan Poe

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea."

"Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them."

"Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die."

"Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"