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. H. P. Lovecraft More Quotes by H. P. Lovecraft More Quotes From H. P. Lovecraft There were nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at them, one ought tp stand prepared for any sort of action at any time. H. P. Lovecraft matter littles might There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range. H. P. Lovecraft horror evil men I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess. H. P. Lovecraft letting-go sleep book Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. H. P. Lovecraft strange-places horror strange Two widely dissimilar races, whether equal or not, cannot peaceably coexist in the same territory until they are either uniformly mongrelised or cast in folkways of permanent and traditional personal aloofness. H. P. Lovecraft territory race two If we were sensible we would seek death - the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed. H. P. Lovecraft blank enjoyed sensible We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. H. P. Lovecraft cat dog dark Any magazine-cover hack can splash paint around wildly and call it a nightmare, or a witches sabbath or a portrait of the devil; but only a great painter can make such a thing really scare or ring true. That's because only a real artist knows the anatomy of the terrible, or the physiology of fear. H. P. Lovecraft artist real writing I am so beastly tired of mankind and the world that nothing can interest me unless it contains a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes. H. P. Lovecraft tired couple world In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. H. P. Lovecraft garden dream littles That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness. H. P. Lovecraft artist real memories 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 sounded all things with my sight. H. P. Lovecraft ghouls night past I'll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into - something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive. Some people know things about the universe that nobody ought to know, and can do things that nobody ought to be able to do. H. P. Lovecraft alive age people But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false? H. P. Lovecraft tales poet dream Since all motives at bottom are selfish and ignoble, we may judge acts and qualities only be their effects. H. P. Lovecraft selfish quality judging The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the dim alleys between them. H. P. Lovecraft healthy silence tree Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . . H. P. Lovecraft void chaos lasts Heaven knows where I'll end up - but it's a safe bet that I'll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be. H. P. Lovecraft care safe heaven It must be remembered that there is no real reason to expect anything in particular from mankind; good and evil are local expedients - or their lack - and not in any sense cosmic truths or laws. H. P. Lovecraft real evil law Of what use is it to please the herd? They are simply coarse animals - for all that is admirable in man is the artificial product of special breeding. H. P. Lovecraft special animal men
