Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb.

Herman Melville
Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American
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It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.
For we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.
There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!