“And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? -- now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!"”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“If you still think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.comTagged: Edgar Allan Poe, short stories, Poems, Scary Stories, Horror