Quotes About Lovecraft

The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable.

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.

I could not help feeling that they were evil things -- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.

In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

Now that he is gone and the spell is broken, the actual fear is greater. Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.

A horrible coma call'd living So now in this coma call'd living I view the bright phantoms of beauty; The false hollow phantoms of beauty

Wave after wave of cats poured down from the hill as if a vent into a world of cats had been opened

There is, I reflected tritely, an infinite deal of pathos in the state of an eminent person who has come down in the world.

The square-paned windows were coated with a thick, dewlike moisture;

There is nothing more absurd, as I view it, than that conventional association of the homely and the wholesome which seems to pervade the psychology of the multitude.

I sometimes write stories. I sometimes read them. Thank you. Stories in general—not yours.

I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. But

If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature

It was dismal sitting there on rickety boxes in the pitchy darkness, but we smoked pipes and occasionally flashed our pocket lamps about.

I don't believe that there is any fourth dimension, and I emphatically do not believe in Tao.

Still, it's a nice, cynical book for those who like atrocity scenes—starving prisoners forced to eat their girlfriends, etc.

this very morning, an hour agone, he has mounted his white ass for the return journey to Vyones.

I recognized the ugly and unwieldy form of the cook, whose very absurdness had now become unutterably tragic. The

Mr. Hoadley disappeared soon after delivering this sermon; but the text, printed in Springfield, is still extant.

It wearied Carter to see how solemnly people tried to make earthly reality out of old myths which every step of their boasted science confuted.

Only the sombre philosophy of the Decadents could hold us, and this we found potent only by increasing gradually the depth and diabolism of our penetrations.

His age was unknown, since among his kind neither family records nor permanent family ties exist;

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." Legrasse had one point in advance of Professor Webb, for several among his mongrel prisoners had repeated to him what older celebrants had told them the words meant. This text, as given, ran something like this: "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

veritable gateway to realms of unfathomed horror and inconceivable abnormality.