| 1. | Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-Andr-des-Arts. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 2. | This is the secret of her birth a Gothic Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. - from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo |