an' when they git ready... I say, when they git... ever hear tell of a shoggoth? 'Hey, d'ye hear me? I tell ye I know what them things be - I seen 'em one mght when... eh-ahhh-ah! e'yahhh...

H.P. Lovecraft


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Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.

H.P. Lovecraft


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But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

H.P. Lovecraft

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Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.

H.P. Lovecraft


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For the purpose of securing epithets at once accurate and felicitous, the young author should familiarize himself thoroughly with the general aspect and phenomena of Nature, as well as with the ideas and associations which these things produce in the human mind.

H.P. Lovecraft


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There were nauseous musical instruments, stringed, grass, and wood-wind, on which St. John and I sometimes produced dissonances of exquisite morbidity and cacodaemoniacal ghastliness...

H.P. Lovecraft


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I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .

H.P. Lovecraft

Tags: poetic death madness stars infinity shadows daemons



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Who are we to combat poisons older than history and mankind?

H.P. Lovecraft


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We shall dive down through black abysses...and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever.

H.P. Lovecraft


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I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.

H.P. Lovecraft


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