Quotes from Robert E. Howard

The thing was not a human — it could not be; it was a growth of Life from the pits of blasphemous creation — a perversion of evolutionary development. The

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?

These things be deeds of some power of evil. The lords of darkness have laid a curse upon the country. A strong man is needed to combat Satan and his might. Therefore I go, who have defied him many a time.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die," he mumbled, through mashed lips. "But I'd like a flagon of wine.

You can not escape me!" he roared. "Lead me into a trap and I'll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet. Hide from me and I'll tear apart the mountains to find you! I'll follow you to hell and beyond hell!

But folk who have tasted of death are only partly alive. In the dark corners of their souls and minds, death still lurks unconquered.

It was made from the black lotus, whose blossoms wave in the lost jungles of Khitai, where only the yellow-skulled priests of Yun dwell. Those blossoms strike dead any who smell of them.

You black dog!" A red mist of fury swept across Conan's eyes. "Were I free I'd give you a broken back!

Well, let's go. If the people in that city are going to cut our throats they may as well do it now, before the heat of the day begins.

It was passed on by the hook-nosed herdsmen of the grasslands, from the dwellers in tents to the dwellers in the squat stone cities where kings with curled blueblack beards worshipped round-bellied gods with curious rites.

So Conan, glaring from under his tousled mane, saw the white naked figure of Natala writhing in the lustful grasp of a black nightmare shape that could have only been bred in the lost pits of hell. The

towers of spider-haunted mystery

Springing back, sword high, he saw the horror strike the floor, wheel and scuttle toward him with appalling speed – a gigantic black spider, such as men see only in nightmare dreams.

Well, I like a good hater. But that can wait.

the mere fact of a black figure racing across the landscape carrying a white captive was bizarre enough

passed on by the hook-nosed herdsmen of the grasslands, from the dwellers in tents to the dwellers in the squat stone cities where kings with curled blueblack beards worshipped round-bellied gods with curious rites.

Conan mentally termed the creatures black men, for lack of a better term; instinctively he knew that these tall ebony beings were not men, as he understood the term. No

Suddenly the black torturer laid down the pipes and rose, towering over the writhing white figure.

I saw that — that black thing squatting like an ape among the branches, leering down at me.

He was no defensive fighter; even in the teeth of overwhelming odds he always carried the war to the enemy.

The five-foot blade crushed Strabonus' casque and skull, and the king's charger reared screaming, hurling a limp and sprawling corpse from the saddle. A great cry went up from the host, which faltered and gave back.

Let him make rimes for the vultures.

These figures are black, yet they are not like negroes. I have never seen their like." "Let

Once the sword was drawn there was no turning back; for blood called for blood, and vengeance followed swift on the heels of atrocity.