Hirro Chan

“And yet amid that tense godless calm the high bare boughs of all the trees in the yard were moving. They were twitching morbidly and spasmodically, clawing in convulsive and epileptic madness at the moonlit clouds; scratching impotently in the noxious air as if jerked by some allied and bodiless line of linkage with subterrene horrors writhing and struggling below the black roots.”
― H. P. Lovecraft

“She was crazy but he needed her. Oh I am in so much trouble he thought, and stared blindly up at the ceiling as the droplets of sweat began to gather on his forehead again.”
― Stephen King, Misery

“Truda Hangnail was smiling, and it was not the sort of smile designed to make anyone feel happy.”
― Vivian French, The Bag of Bones

“This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye