Tea

“Yet I am still somewhat hampered. I cannot free myself from that strong, commanding voice which speaks to me, or from that mysterious power which pushes aside objects, contemptuous of their size; I am still wearied by endless monotonous roads that led nowhere. That is why I am not a perfect spirit, only an 'insane person', someone who arouses in normal people pity, contempt or fear. But I do not complain. Even like this, I am better off than those of healthy mind.”
― Stefan Grabiński, The Dark Domain

“A Virgin Cure? It's a lie of the most terrible and monstrous sort." pg. 121
"In 1871, under common law, the age of consent was 10 years of age. (In Delaware it was seven.) The young girls of New York understood (for better or for worse) the value of declaring themselves to be a palatable age to gentlemen. Twelve sounded fr too young to the ears of any man with a conscience or heart. Sixteen, even when uttered by honest lip, inevitably brought the girl's purity into question. Of the years left between, fifteen was declared to be the ideal number." pg 124”
― Ami McKay, The Virgin Cure

“This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with its beautiful stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth--a world which now trembles before the King In Yellow.”
― Robert W Chambers, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories

“Viewed in the light of what occurred later, it was a fool's paradise, but I could not have known that then. Fool's paradise in those weeks was still Heart's Desire, and it seemed nothing could possible happen to spoil the idyll of our new existence. Above all, and very real, was a profound sense of belonging not only to my family but tot he villagers, to the countryside, and , though I did not till it, to the land.”
― Thomas Tryon, Harvest Home