H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraftwas an American author who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. Virtually unknown and only published in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors in his genre. Lovecraft was born in Providence, Rhode Island, where he spent most of his life. Among his most celebrated tales is "The Call of Cthulhu", canonical to the Cthulhu Mythos. Never able to support himself from...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 August 1890
CityProvidence, RI
CountryUnited States of America
I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.
Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.
incurable lover of the grotesque
It is only the inferior thinker who hastens to explain the singular and the complex by the primitive shortcut of supernaturalism.
No amount of rationalisation, reform, or Freudian analysis can quite annul the thrill of the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood.
Zoologists seem to consider the cerebration of cats and dogs about 50-50 -- but my respect always goes to the cool, sure, impersonal, delicately poised feline who minds his business and never slobbers.
So far as English versification is concerned, Pope was the world, and all the world was Pope.
The unknown ... became for our primitive forefathers a terrible and omnipotent source of boons and calamities visited upon mankind for cryptic and wholly extra-terrestrial reasons, and thus clearly belonging to spheres of existence whereof we know nothing and wherein we have no part.
In short, the world abounds with simple delusions which we may call "happiness", if we be but able to entertain them.
I recognise a distinction between dream life and real life, between appearances and actualities. I confess to an over-powering desire to know whether I am asleep or awake--whether the environment and laws which affect me are external and permanent, or the transitory products of my own brain.
There were nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at them, one ought tp stand prepared for any sort of action at any time.
And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.
Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.
In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!