P Lovecraft
P Lovecraft
artist broken answers
It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
soul dare streets
There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.
letting-go sea personality
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest..
men evil soul
There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.
dream keys lost
When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.
atheist psychosis atheism
I am, indeed, an absolute materialist so far as actual belief goes; with not a shred of credence in any form of supernaturalism—religion, spiritualism, transcendentalism, metempsychosis, or immortality.
dog cat dark
We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
real writing artist
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.
memories real artist
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.
irony horror absent
From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.
song journey toil
Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
beach ocean book
More wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of the ocean. Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. All my days I have watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more strange and more distant in space and time.
couple tired world
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.
depressing joy scientist
To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.