P Lovecraft
P Lovecraft
stars race sky
The human race will disappear. Other races will appear and disappear in turn. The sky will become icy and void, pierced by the feeble light of half-dead stars. Which will also disappear. Everything will disappear. And what human beings do is just as free of sense as the free motion of elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, feelings? Pure 'Victorian fictions'. Only egotism exists.
black want infinite
All I want is to know things. The black gulph of the infinite is before me ...
world helping comic
All great humorists are sad.... I cannot help seeing beyond the tinsel of humour, and recognising the pitiful basis of jest--the world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
strange-places strange horror
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
summer spring flower
I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.
artist broken answers
It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
soul dare streets
There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.
letting-go sea personality
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest..
men evil soul
There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.
dream keys lost
When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.
atheist psychosis atheism
I am, indeed, an absolute materialist so far as actual belief goes; with not a shred of credence in any form of supernaturalism—religion, spiritualism, transcendentalism, metempsychosis, or immortality.
dog cat dark
We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
real writing artist
Any magazine-cover hack can splash paint around wildly and call it a nightmare, or a witches sabbath or a portrait of the devil; but only a great painter can make such a thing really scare or ring true. That's because only a real artist knows the anatomy of the terrible, or the physiology of fear.
memories real artist
That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness.