Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. - Edgar Allan Poe

"It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe."

"A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it."

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

"There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man."

"The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception."