"The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde ... See MoreSee Less

"Friendship is less simple. It is long and hard to obtain, but when one has it there's no getting rid of it; one simply has to cope with it."
- Albert Camus, The Fall ... See MoreSee Less

"The sun was sinking. The hard stone of the day was cracked and light poured through its splinters. Red and gold shot through the waves, in rapid running arrows, feathered with darkness."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves ... See MoreSee Less

"A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space."
- Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space ... See MoreSee Less

"Another circumstance, too, worried me in those days: that there was no one like me and I was unlike anyone else. “I am alone and they are everyone,” I thought - and pondered."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground ... See MoreSee Less

"I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses ... See MoreSee Less

"At length he suddenly turned into a narrow court, and knocked at an arched door, which seemed to belong to a building of some antiquity."
- Walter Scott, My Aunt Margaret's Mirror ... See MoreSee Less

"The way is so narrow that you can lay a hand on either wall; so steep that, in greasy winter weather, the pavement is almost as treacherous as ice."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes ... See MoreSee Less

"How you would please me, night! Without your stars
Which speak a foreign dialect, that jars
On one who seeks the void, the black, the bare."
- Charles Baudelaire, Obsession ... See MoreSee Less

"Light thickens,
And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood;
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth ... See MoreSee Less

"The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough."
- Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro ... See MoreSee Less

"Multitude, solitude: identical terms and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd."
- Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen ... See MoreSee Less

"I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o'clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ... See MoreSee Less

"And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil ... See MoreSee Less

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets"
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ... See MoreSee Less