James

“To their white surprise, they lost big time and 58,000 GIs and Marines and sailors and airmen lost their lives as well (though to be sure they each got an engraved line on that spiffy black wall in Washington – ’cause in America there’s always a prize in every box of crackerjacks).”
― J. Sakai

“Until this moment I had considered myself the most miserable creature in the world. Now I realised that in the rubble of those villages and ponderous brick houses built on the mountain, people had lived whose bones were now putrefied, and bits and pieces of their bodies endured in purple water lilies. Among these people, maybe there existed one cursed painter, one blighted painter, a pathetic maker of pen cases, just like me.”
― Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl

“In their ceaseless experimenting, they had learned to store knowledge in the structure of space itself, and to preserve their thoughts for eternity in frozen lattices of light. They would become creatures of radiation, free at last from the tyranny of matter. Into Pure Energy, therefore, they presently transformed themselves; and on a thousand worlds, the empty shells they had discarded twitched for a while in a mindless dance of death, then crumbled into rust.”
― Arthur Clarke

“No Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice. Almost any house, caught unexpectedly or at an odd angle, can turn a deeply humorous look on a watching person; even a mischievous little chimney, or a dormer like a dimple, can catch up a beholder with a sense of fellowship; but a house arrogant and hating, never off guard, can only be evil.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House