13th

Today for all you triskaidekaphobiacs I thought I’d share some of my favorite quotes from Edgar A. Poe. Enjoy!

My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

–‘The Black Cat’ (1843) 

TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken!

–‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ (1843) 

Of Madame L’Espanaye no traces were here seen; but an unusual quantity of soot being observed in the fire-place, a search was made in the chimney, and (horrible to relate!) the corpse of the daughter, head downward, was dragged therefrom; it having been thus forced up the narrow aperture for a considerable distance. The body was quite warm.

–‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’ (1841) 

I WAS sick—sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence—the dread sentence of death—was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears.

–‘The Pit and the Pendulum’ (1842)

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul —a sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons of bygone times are inadequate, and for which I fear futurity itself will offer me no key.

–‘Ms. Found in a Bottle’ (1833) 

Not hear it?—yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long—long—long—many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it—yet I dared not—oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!—I dared not—I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin…

–‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ (1839) 

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

–‘The Philosophy of Composition’ (1846) 

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

–from a letter written by Poe

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