54 Quotes About Edgar-allan-poe

Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are." The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes."Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow."Fuck you," said the raven.

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

I admire the man's genius, I sense in his writings a strong kinship with my own mind; they have a macabre quality, a voluptuous flavor of mystery and evil which attracts me strongly.

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

Ligeia, Annabel Lee, and Berenice, Supernal beauties, pleasing to the eye,Were temporary mates and marble-cheekedLike timeless funerary monuments.Tremaine’s Rowena, Lady Madeline,Insidiously felled and pushed offstage,Had met goth’s Mister Goodbar on the page.First, females got top billed — — then burying.What makes an author kill his heroines?[Source: "Poe and His Women" a poem by LindaAnn LoSchiavo; first published by Bewildering Stories Magazine, 2019]

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.

This the mass of mankind saw not, or, living lustily although unhappily, affected not to see. But, for myself, the Earth’s records had taught me to look for widest ruin as the price of highest civilization.