But the blood always remained, for the key was enchanted.

These were all the women whom Bluebeard had married, and whose throats he had cut one after the other.

'Anne, my sister Anne, do you see nothing coming?' 'I see nothing but the sun that makes everything dusty, and the grass that grows green.'

When she had done her work, she would go over to the chimney corner, and sit among the cinders.

And though circuitous and obscure The feet of Nemesis how sure!

It is almost impossible to bear the torch of truth through a crowd without singeing somebody's beard.

Saw it written and i saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon's gonna get ye all.