Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely. — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Mid-summer ... when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
It is the night-black Massachusetts legendry which packs the really macabre "kick". Here is material for a really profound study in group-neuroticism; for certainly,… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.” — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Very few minds are strictly normal, and all religious fanatics are marked with abnormalities of various sorts. — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
It's not a bad idea to call this Cthulhuism & Yog-Sothothery of mine "The Mythology of Hastur" - although it was really from Machen… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
There are probably seven persons, in all, who really like my work; and they are enough. I should write even if I were the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Nothing is really typical of my efforts... I'm simply casting about for better ways to crystallise and capture certain strong impressions (involving the elements… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Thus I began my systematic though half-bewildered tour of Innsmouth's narrow, shadow-blighted ways. Crossing the bridge and turning toward the roar of the lower… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Of what use is it to please the herd? They are simply coarse animals - for all that is admirable in man is the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“How little does the earth self know life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquility!” — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Plots may be simple or complex, but suspense, and climactic progress from one incident to another, are essential. Every incident in a fictional work… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
