And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall though I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without ever beholding the day.
Pg. 2 The Outsider, Tales of H.P. Lovecraft, H.P. Lovecraft, Joyce Carol Oates
It was a monstrous constellation of unnatural light, like a glutted swarm of corpse-fed fireflies dancing hellish sarabands over an accursed marsh; and its colour was that same nameless intrusion which Ammi had come to recognise and dread.
Pg. 95 The Colour Out of Space, Tales of H.P. Lovecraft, H.P. Lovecraft, Joyce Carol Oates