The Picture of Dorian Gray

by: Oscar Wilde

Chapters 9–10

Quotes Chapters 9–10
I can’t explain it to you, Basil, but I must never sit to you again. There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own.
What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas. They would mar its beauty, and eat away its grace. They would defile it, and make it shameful. And yet the thing would still live on. It would always be alive.
It was the strangest book that he had ever read. It seemed to him that in exquisite raiment, and to the delicate sound of flutes, the sins of the world were passing in dumb show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed.