Quotes About Poe

I tell you, he had stolen the body of Edgar Allan Poe—and as he shrieked aloud in his final madness, did not this indeed make him the greatest collector of Poe?

My favorite author is David Baldacci; I've read all his books. I even have a picture with Baldacci taken during his book-signing in the States.

Poe readied himself. The Resistance will not be intimidated by you. As you wish, then. There is no 'Resistance' in this room. Only the pilot Poe Dameron. And I.

Legend says this map is unobtainable," Poe noted. "How'd you do it?

Poe was standing on the border of the clearing, acting most peculiarly. He took a few steps toward the cabin, the paused, shook his head, and marched back out. He repeated the move a few times before stomping off for good. I stood at the window, confused as hell. Why in the wild... and then it hit me, way, way harder than the water when I'd fallen off the boat. Poe liked me.

The last time I had sex," I said, "was Halloween." He nodded slowly. "That was my birthday." I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. "No!" "Why do you think they called me 'Poe'?" I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy. "Um ... because 'Hotstuff' was taken?

There was Malcolm in the front row, his hand resting on the shoulder of the knight I knew as Poe. I looked at the list of names beneath the photo. -James Orcutt. What a ridiculously normal name. I'd half been expecting Darth Vader

Only Poe could have dreamed the rest.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

I would like to see the technology used to explore more period horror genre works, for example, E. A. Poe.

Poe was such a tragic and brilliant figure; he's somebody whom I've been somewhat obsessed with my whole life. I first read 'The Tell-Tale Heart' at age four.

No te aconsejo leer a Poe, que inventó el relato plociaco y fue un gran poeta; ni a Conan Dpyle, el papá de Sherlock Holmes. ¿Sabes por qué? Porque sus dectectives son demasiados estrafalarios y cerebrales. No podrían resolver ni el caso más simple en nuestra caótica América Latina.

Books, Mr. Landor!" "I do read, yes." Not much of a library—a scant three rows in all—but mine. Poe's fingers glided along the bindings.

One life is worth the universe. Poe was able to go right into the very depth of life and to demonstrate this.

I think Poe had a mission to tell us what it's all about. To answer some of the great questions of life.

I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

And neither the angels in Heaven aboveNor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

In her sepulcher there by the sea—In her tomb by the sounding sea.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted—nevermore!