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

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

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

"I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife"

"Even in the grave, all is not lost."

"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."