When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die. Robert E. Howard More Quotes by Robert E. Howard More Quotes From Robert E. Howard Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet. Robert E. Howard blackfeethands One man's bane is another's bliss. Robert E. Howard one-manblissmen I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, & am content. Robert E. Howard palate I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead men were strewn in heaps thigh-deep about him. But at last they dragged him down, a hundred against one. Robert E. Howard wallfightingmen Money and muscle, that's what I want; to be able to do any damned thing I want and get away with it. Money won't do that altogether, because if a man is a weakling, all the money in the world won't enable him to soak an enemy himself; on the other hand, unless he has money he may not be able to get away with it. Robert E. Howard menhandsenemy Some mechanism in my sub-consciousness took the dominant characteristics of various prize-fighters, gunmen, bootleggers, oil field bullies, gamblers, and honest workmen I had come in contact with, and combining them all, produced the amalgamation I call Conan the Cimmerian. Robert E. Howard bullyoilfields My characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed. Robert E. Howard haterealcharacter Never the less, at the age of fifteen, having never seen a writer, a poet, a publisher or a magazine editor, and having only the vaguest ideas of procedure, I began working on the profession I had chosen. Robert E. Howard editorsageideas I'll say one thing about an oil boom; it will teach a kid that Life's a pretty rotten thing as quick as anything I can think of. Robert E. Howard oilkidsthinking Before the invader sound was born, the Universe was silent and shall be again. Robert E. Howard silentbornsound It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of man, and drums thundered in temples that had never known the tread of a human foot. Robert E. Howard dominancefeetmen I'm not going out of my way looking for devils; but I wouldn't step out of my path to let one go by. Robert E. Howard devilgoing-outway We're making tin gods out of those poor buffoons in Hollywood; I dote on movies and appreciate the scanty art therein but I consider the profession about the most debased and debasing I know. Robert E. Howard appreciatehollywoodart Youngsters of this generation seem not quite so hazardous except in the way of mechanical speed, bad liquor and venereal diseases. Robert E. Howard this-generationgenerationsdisease 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] Robert E. Howard queenscheerkings But the idea of a man making his living by writing seemed, in that hardy environment, so fantastic that even today I am sometimes myself assailed by a feeling of unreality. Robert E. Howard writingmenideas I reckon if I ever marry, she will have to be a strong woman in a circus or something. Robert E. Howard circusstrong-womenstrong No man can be convinced when he will not. Robert E. Howard convincedmen He was . . . a strange blending of Puritan and Cavalier, with a touch of the ancient philosopher, and more than a touch of the pagan. . . . A hunger in his soul drove him on and on, an urge to right all wrongs, protect all weaker things. . . . Wayward and restless as the wind, he was consistent in only one respect—he was true to his ideals of justice and right. Such was Solomon Kane. Robert E. Howard souljusticewind I have accomplished little enough, but such as it is, it is the result of my own efforts. Robert E. Howard effortenoughlittles
