Howard

“A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal, that stretched each minute to an excruciating eternity.”
― Gustav Meyrink, The Golem

“He wept for truth which was dead, for heaven which was void. Beyond the marble walls and gleaming jewelled altars, the huge plaster Christ had no longer a single drop of blood in its veins.”
― Émile Zola, Pot Luck

“The manner of his life was of no importance. What affected her was that he had once been young. That he had grown old, and was now dead. That was all. Youth and vigour had come to that. Youth and vigour always came to that. Everything came to that.”
― Arnold Bennett, The Old Wives' Tale

“He was surprised to discover that when rich people were starving they looked so much like the poor”
― Gabriel García Márquez