"It's true! Yes, I have been ill, very ill. But why do you say that I have lost control of my mind, why do say that I'm mad? Can you not see that I have full control of my mind? Is it not clear that I'm not mad?"
"When the old man looked at me with his vulture eye a cold feeling went up and down my back; even my blood became cold. And so I finally decided I had to kill the old man and close the eye forever."
"Every night about twelve o' clock I slowly opened his door. .... For seven nights I did this, seven long nights, every night after midnight. Always the eye was closed, so it was impossible for me to do the work. ......" "The eighth night I was more than usually careful as I opened the door. ........ Suddenly the old man sat straight up in bed and cried, "Who's there??!" I stood quite still. For a whole hour, I did not move."
"The time had come! I rushed into the room, crying, " Die! Die!" The old man gave a loud cry of fear as I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly over his head. For many minutes that heart continued to beat; but at last, the beating stopped. I took away the bedcovers and held my ear over his heart. There was no sound. Yes. He was dead!"
"Three men were at the door, three officers of the police. One of the neighbors had heard the old man's cry and had called the police; these three had come to ask questions and to search the house. ... My easy, quiet manner made the policeman believe my story. ... My head hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears. ... Suddenly I knew that the sound was not in my head. ... Was it possible that they did not hear? No! They heard! I was certain of it. They knew! Now it was they who were playing a game with me.."
"Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop?!"