Who can call a man dead whose words still hush and whose sentiments move?

To know a little about a lot.

Till dawn are we.

If you can think and not make thoughts your aim.

For scientists$$$ reality is not optional.

First comes smiles$$$ then lies. Last is gunfire.

There is no delight the equal of dread.

I have always been afraid of banks.

For she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through the love of the unknown$$$ love in its vaguest form.

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory$$$ and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.