Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth,… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Money and muscle, that's what I want; to be able to do any damned thing I want and get away with it.… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
My characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Don't you think that as a people, Americans have less poetry, real poetry, in their souls than any other nations? — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Over the souls of men spread the condor wings of colossal monsters and all manner of evil things prey upon the heart and soul… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“There was no life in the Abyss, save that which was incorporated in me," it tolled. "Nor was there light, nor motion, nor any… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“That's the way with civilized men. When they can't explain something by their half-baked science, they refuse to believe it.” — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“A true fanatic, his promptings were reasons enough for his actions.” — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“Again the governor knelt, for part of his wisdom was the knowledge that a woman in such an emotional tempest is as perilous as… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“When you allow the elevation of a man, one can be sure that you'll profit by his advancement. I've earned everything I've won, with… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
![“Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]” quote by Robert E. Howard](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/4ed/robert-e-howard-3742_abyss_musings-the-little-poets-sing-of-little_697149.jpg)
