Robert E. Howard
Robert E. Howard
Robert Ervin Howardwas an American author who wrote pulp fiction in a diverse range of genres. He is well known for his character Conan the Barbarian and is regarded as the father of the sword and sorcery subgenre...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth22 January 1906
CountryUnited States of America
art writing culture
It seems to me that many writers, by virtue of environments of culture, art and education, slip into writing because of their environments.
art appreciate tin
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.
absolutely among dim enter foreign people profession seems shores unreal
Never the less, it is no light thing to enter into a profession absolutely foreign and alien to the people among which one's lot is cast; a profession which seems as dim and faraway and unreal as the shores of Europe.
women emotional cobras
A woman in such an emotional tempest is as perilous as a blind cobra to any about her.
men weapons hell
For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.
blind palate deny
I have known many gods. He who denies them is blind as he who trusts them too deeply.
What always was must always be.
men greatest-man
Men are but men, and the greatest men are they who soonest learn the simpler things.
darkness wit straws
Wits and swords are as straws against the wisdom of the Darkness...
men convinced
No man can be convinced when he will not.
dream real yesterday
I have gone into yesterday and tomorrow and both were as real as today -- which is like the dreams of ghosts!
men bliss one-man
One man's bane is another's bliss.
writing texas order
One objection I have heard voiced to works of this kind—dealing with Texas—is the amount of gore spilled across the pages. It can not be otherwise. In order to write a realistic and true history of any part of the Southwest, one must narrate such things, even at the risk of monotony.
horse soul desire
My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.