Quotes About H.P. Lovecraft

Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

It would not be amiss for the novice to write the last paragraph of his story first, once a synopsis of the plot has been carefully prepared - as it always should be.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises...

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

The cat . . . is for the man who appreciates beauty as the one living force in a blind and purposeless universe.

Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane.

For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance - or identity - were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley.

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

there are some experiences and intimations which scar too deeply to permit of healing, and leave only such an added sensitiveness that memory reinspires all the original horror.

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

so that I came to regard it as at least a bearable place to hibernate till one might really live again.

that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

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

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.

I certainly can't see any sensible position to assume aside from that of complete scepticism tempered by a leaning toward that which existing evidence makes most probable.

tradition emphasises the uselessness of material barriers in halting a witch's notions

the embodiment of all the snarling chaos and grinning fear that lurk behind life

Be it then known that I was born on the family Estate in Devonshire, of the 10th day of August, 1690 (or in the new Gregorian Stile of Reckoning, the 20th of August)

Before long I was pretty nearly a devotee, and would listen for hours like a schoolboy to art theories and philosophic speculations wild enough to qualify him for the Danvers asylum.