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“I could give you children,�� said Jack, sounding faintly affronted. “You’d have to tell me how many heads you wanted them to have, and what species you’d like them to be, but what’s the point of having all these graveyards if I can’t give you children when you ask for them?”
― Seanan McGuire, Down Among the Sticks and Bones

“That rational voice was right to be frightened. There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.”
― Stephen King, Skeleton Crew

“To call an artist morbid because he deals with morbidity as his subject-matter is as silly as if one called Shakespeare mad because he wrote ‘King Lear.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism

“When people look at me, they automatically assume I'm dark and weird. Why can't they see the truth? I'm just a girl, trying to find my place in the world.”
― Gena Showwalter

“The only time you were safe was when you were dead.”
― Kate Atkinson, Case Histories

“He was very intelligent and preoccupied with death and suffering.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Homesick for Another World

“We're authors, too," Donegan said, "and we've been trying to get into the picture-book market. We have this idea for a Where's Wally type thing, except in ours, you'd have to find the one living person hiding in among all the dismembered corpses while the chainsaw-wielding killer hunts him down. You know, for kids."
"We're going to call is Save the Survivor," Gracious said.”
― Derek Landy, Last Stand of Dead Men

“Relationships must be fostered as far as possible and maintained, and thus a morbid transference can be avoided.”
― Carl Jung, Cornwall Seminar, Pages 1-5.

“Envy and respect are not the same things...
Before I endow you with respect, I should find out whether your curiosity is intellectual or merely morbid. Not that those who gawk at train derailments are so different from those who conduct autopsies; both want, at some level, to know what has happened, and, by extension, what will happen. Did the liver fail because of the decedent's alcoholism or was some toxin administered? If the deliverer is found, he or she may be imprisoned or, in more honest times, hanged, and thus pose no further threat. Or for the gawker at the accident, espying loose parts not unlike his or her own parts strewn amid wreckage may lead to a sense of awe at death's power, or horror at life's fragility, either of which may be instructive in any number of ways.”
― Christopher Buehlman, The Lesser Dead

“Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?”
― Gena Showwalter

“Being me is a job �� is labour so time-consuming and expensive that I have to have a second job just to support it. So that I can drink, I have to get drink and that isn’t something people give away and then there’s drink that I need because I have drunk and the other drink I have to keep around because, sooner or later, I will drink it. That’s a full-time occupation: that’s like being a miner, or a nurse.”
― A.L. Kennedy, Paradise

“But death is the ultimate blissfulness
To be a candy or a corpse
The world holds you on its tongue
And no one can save you”
― Dorothea Lasky, Rome: Poems

“As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

“On Broad Street, ravens

lurk on the Divine Lorraine Hotel as if to say
Always a corpse flower, never a bride.”
― Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“To violate beauty
is the essence of sexual desire.
To procreate is the essence of decay.”
― Ruth Stone, In the Next Galaxy

“Remembering the past is always gilded in golden nostalgia. Anticipating the future is always softened with hope. Dealing with the present is just straight up unpleasant.”
― Tim McGiven, Sleepwalkers

“In de loop van de vijf, zes jaar dat ik in Rusland verbleef, ben ik een paar keer door diverse organisaties en individuen gedood dan wel doodverklaard.
Teruggekeerd naar het vaderland kwam ik erachter dat ik drie keer ben opgehangen, twee keer doodgeschoten en één keer door woeste Kirgizische opstandelingen bij het Ysykköl-meertje ben gevierendeeld.
Ten slotte ben ik definitief doodgestoken in een wilde ruzie met dronken matrozen in een van de vele havenkroegjes van Odessa. Dit laatste lijkt mij ook het meest waarschijnlijk.”
― Jaroslav Hašek

“I can't stop thinking about what Caroline said to Minna about death. It isn't an infection, she said. She might be right. Then again, we've nested in the walls like bacteria. We've taken over the house, its insulation and its plumbing - we've made it our own. Or maybe it's life that's the infection: a feverish dream, a hallucination of feelings. Death is purification, a cleaning, a cure.”
― Lauren Oliver, Rooms

“Penso agli uri e agli angeli, al segreto dei pigmenti duraturi, ai sonetti profetici, al rifugio dell'arte. E questa è la sola immortalità che tu e io possiamo condividere, mia Lolita.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“And even as we 'wonder' at what we're doing here, so do we also fear-- so deep down below the surface of our lives that few can bear to look at it-- that life is a meaningless jest, an extravagant exercise in morbidity, a tale of sorrow and suffering lit by flashes, and made bearable only by moments of companionship and unsustainable joy. Along the way, as we struggle to come to terms and comprehend why this strange fate has befallen us, time becomes no longer our ally-- the spendthrift assumption of our youth-- but our executioner. It all feels at times like a merciless joke made at our expense, without our consent.”
― Mark Frost, Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier

“One must constantly meditate upon the absurdities of chance, a subject even more edifying than the subject of death.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“This was one day Gloria had no reason to be morbid, but she was more morbid than ever.”
― Horace McCoy, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

“Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate.”
― Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

“Learning how to be a human to be human by attending a frat is alike learning how to ride a horse by going to a Tijuana donkey show.”
― Ben Kissel, The Last Book On The Left: Stories of Murder and Mayhem from History's Most Notorious Serial Killers

“At night,�� he said, raising a finger, “I hang strands of garlic on her to dry.��
“Why not in the cellar?�� asked Tudor stupidly.
“The air’s stagnant down there. Up here there’s some air,�� Vasily explained. “The body spins around in the breeze, and that’s good, because garlic needs ventilation.”
― Vladimir Lorchenkov, The Good Life Elsewhere

“What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.”
― Kate Atkinson, Case Histories

“The ship told you the guilty systems recognizes no innocents. I'd say it does. It recognizes the innocence... only to violate it.”
― Ian M. Banks

“One extraordinary feature of the private quintas or orchards and plantations in the vicinity of the Saladeros was the walls or hedges. These were built entirely of cows' skulls, seven, eight, or nine deep, placed evenly like stones, the horns projecting. Hundreds of thousands of skulls had been thus used, and some of the old, very long walls, crowned with green grass and with creepers and wild flowers growing from the cavities in the bones, had a strangely picturesque but somewhat uncanny appearance.”
― William Henry Hudson, Far Away and Long Ago: A History of My Early Life

“And if we were stuck here forever - and maybe this was just a naturally morbid thought for a teenage boy- I wondered who among us would die first and who ultimately would be left alone.”
― Andrew Smith