Jaime Spiegelman

“...the water was scarcely inviting; for, through fear lest the output of the source should not suffice, the Fathers of the Grotto only allowed the water of the baths to be changed twice a day. And nearly a hundred patients being dipped in the same water, it can be imagined what a terrible soup the latter at last became. All manner of things were found in it, so that it was like a frightful consomme of all ailments, a field of cultivation for every kind of poisonous germ, a quintessence of the most dreaded contagious diseases; the miraculous feature of it all being that men should emerge alive from their immersion in such filth.”
― Émile Zola, Lourdes

“Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“What did my fingers do before they held him?”
― Sylvia Plath

“Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair