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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c419236 | For Arthur Munroe was dead. And on what remained of his chewed and gouged head there was no longer a face. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 8a5c464 | From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came, | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 41c9432 | The Thing cannot be described--there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| fc493a1 | I should not have ventured out that night; for the taint of thunder was in the clouds, | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 9f74610 | But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets. | tomb | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| 301e211 | Of the name and abode of this man but little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to know that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, and that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not on the fields and groves but on a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. --"Azathoth" fr.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| beabf5e | From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 6c5c50a | scientific study and reflection had taught us that the known universe of three dimensions embraces the merest fraction of the whole cosmos of substance and energy. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| acb3500 | He has promised himself that he'll try not to stuff his Dark Tower fantasies with unpronounceable words in some made-up (not to say fucked-up) language--his editor, Chuck Verrill in New York, will only cut most of them if he does--but his mind seems to be filling up with such words and phrases all the same: ka, katet, sai, soh, can-toi (that one at least is from another book of his, Desperation), taheen. Can Tolkien's Cirith Ungol and H. P... | Stephen King | ||
| 7f25d74 | I. Introduction | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| b26c0a6 | This man, a vagabond, hunter, and trapper, had always been strange in the eyes of his primitive associates. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| c85536b | we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 7be7ee2 | They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark pl.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 4a0f9c9 | It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of t.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 84d5d89 | You needn't think I'm crazy, Eliot--plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this. Why don't you laugh at Oliver's grandfather, who won't ride in a motor? If I don't like that damned subway, it's my own business; and we got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi. We'd have had to walk up the hill from Park Street if we'd taken the car. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| ff415cd | the rats inevitably dragged away the whole cadaver through the hole they gnawed in the coffin. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| d3fa84c | I sank nearly to the lichened earth, transfixed with a dread not of this nor any world, but only of the mad spaces between the stars. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 3a4c640 | If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 87c17d7 | shadowy tangles of unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 4b1ddcc | The winter sunset, flaming beyond spires And chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere, Opens great gates to some forgotten year Of elder splendours and divine desires. Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires, Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear; A row of sphinxes where the way leads clear Toward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres. It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers, Where every unplaced memory has a source,.. | lovecraft poetry | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| 016a5fb | When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty, and poets sang no more save of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 393e447 | It was in mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the e.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| cdcf054 | Now that he is gone and the spell is broken, the actual fear is greater. Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 4cf0f60 | Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras--dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies--may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition--but they were there before. They are transcripts, types--the archetypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us at all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflic.. | dunwich-horror h-p lamb lovecraft witches-and-other-night-fears | Charles Lamb | |
| b44f75e | His solid flesh had never been away, For each dawn found him in his usual place, But every night his spirit loved to race Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day. He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind, And come back safely from the Ghooric zone, When one still night across curved space was thrown That beckoning piping from the voids behind. He waked that morning as an older man, And nothing since has looked the same to.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| a64b647 | Que no esta muerto lo que yace eternamente y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir>> | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| d21692f | They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark pl.. | cult earth great-old-ones hidden r-lyeh sea secrets worship | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| 317b78f | Calm, lasting beauty comes only in dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 49eae91 | I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 9e422d8 | seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| eb0ee66 | When my avocation became my vocation I was set free. Writing, at first, was a hobby that I loved dearly. It turned into a serious endeavor several years ago when I started writing screenplays. Unfortunately selling one out of every ten was not very lucrative. Success comes in many forms and my poor returns from screenplays matured my writing style, ultimately affording me the ability to author hundreds of magazine articles that generated .. | Byron Craft | ||
| 2075324 | Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and the muffled tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 4c65a23 | Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| c7cc477 | If literature is the world, then fantasy and horror are twin cities, divided by a river of black water. The Horror place is a rather more dangerous place, or it should be: you can walk around Fantasy alone. And if Horror and Fantasy are cities, then H. P. Lovecraft is the kind of long street that runs from the outskirts of one city to the end of the other. It began life as a minor thoroughfare, and is now a six-lane highway, built up on eve.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 58e554f | It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 41f6b4f | Por vezes Mary falava e Fara escutava uma efusao de gaelico que nao compreendia; por vezes era Fara que falava a Lingua para uma Mary completamente em branco. Curiosamente, as palavras nao eram importantes. O que importava era a representacao das emocoes nas expressoes do rosto, a expressividade das maos, o que a voz transmitia, segredos que os olhos contavam | Noah Gordon | ||
| c745e89 | Both mother and daughter attempted to free themselves from the stranglehold of polite society, and both struggled to balance their need for love and companionship with their need for independence. | Charlotte Gordon | ||
| f722d50 | What is to prevent a daily newspaper from being made the greatest organ of social life? Books have had their day-the theaters have had their day-the temple of religion has had its day. A newspaper can be made to take the lead of all these in the great heaven , and save more from Hell, than all the churches and chapels in New York-besides making money at the same time" "Shakespeare is the great genius of the drama, Scott of the novel, Milton.. | Daniel Stashower | ||
| a90f082 | The Press is the living jury of the Nation." James Gordon Bennett, editor of the New York Herald in 1841" | Daniel Stashower | ||
| 36c00c1 | For the Irish, life is a matter of perpetual grievance. We remember the Famine, but forget the Draft Riots. We seal off our neighborhoods to strangers, but allow our own priests to victimize our own children. We worship violence and we enslave ourselves to alcohol, we lie and steal and kill without conscience for generations at a time. But it's all right in the end, and do you know why? Because we don't tolerate lust. | Mary Gordon | ||
| bb8d8a5 | Look, just because I'm an angry, repressed, Irish-Catholic feminist doesn't mean I hate everything. I only hate youth, beauty, the human body, nature, technological change, popular culture, and democracy. Oh, and I forgot to mention sex. And sports. And Andy Warhol. But other than that, I'm cool with whatever the kids are into. Really! | Mary Gordon | ||
| a0ab987 | behind the anger, she saw that he loved her, | Mary Jo Putney | ||
| 5955bec | and certainly unchristian, to hate someone for the color of his skin, yet such trivial things can change the pattern of a life. | Mary Jo Putney | ||
| b4cb98f | Disdain for authority is the bedrock of my character. | Mary Jo Putney |