"The young man's work would be so much simpler if he were merely desirous his own death. A minute dose from any number of the glass vials or stoppered bottles in his possession, and the matter of his life would be quickly, and, if he so chose, painlessly concluded."
Rappaccini's Dragon
(Murder Ballad No. 5)

"If I sketched her courtyard in sepia or silverpoint, would I remember how to walk there? If I put myself in at her doorstep, would she let me in? Or would she need me only to draw her into the sea, all its names and shapes and voices until she changed them for her own?"
The Mirror of Venus

"I lie in my own grave, dug by my own hands, and listen to hungry black beetles and maggots busy at my corporeal undoing. I am led to the altar on the dais in the sanctuary of the Church of Starry Wisdom, to be bedded and worshipped and bled dry."
Houndwife