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“Demon pox, oh, demon pox,
Just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town
Until one is very tired.
Demon pox, oh, demon pox I had it all along—
No, not the pox, you foolish blocks,
I mean this very song—
For I was right, and you were wrong!”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“their heart grew cold
they let their wings down”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.”
― Edgar Allan Poe