In his bleak mercy, Death forever strips The soul of light and memory, rendering blind Our vision, lest surmounted deeps appal, As… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
In his bleak mercy, Death forever strips The soul of light and memory, rendering blind Our vision, lest surmounted deeps appal, As when on… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“We don’t know whether they’re going to eat us or elect us for their tribal deities.” — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“Things have crept in from nether space, whose incursion is forbid by the watchful gods of all proper and well-ordered lands; but there are… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth,… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
Not as the plants and flowers of Earth, growing peacefully beneath a simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
Only the impossible has any real charm; the possible has been vulgarized by happening too often. — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“in the days when the world begins to bleach and shrivel, and the sun is blotched with death. Socialist and Individualist, they'll all be… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
There have been times when only a hair's-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“The sand of the desert of Yondo is not as the sand of other deserts; for Yondo lies nearest of all to the world’s… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
