Adulthood is hell.

Never Explain Anything

Life is a hideous thing.

I like coffee exceedingly.

incurable lover of the grotesque

Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions.

I do not think that any realism is beautiful.

Do not call up any that you can not put down.

Disintegration is quite painless, I assure you.

The dog is a peasant and the cat is a gentleman.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.

Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.

My opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time.

The greatest human achievements have never been for profit.

Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.

Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.

I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.

Nothing really known can continue to be acutely fascinating.

Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.

In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity

The cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.

I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.

Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.

All I want is to know things. The black gulph of the infinite is before me.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

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

Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.

I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming.

It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.

The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

One can never produce anything as terrible and impressive as one can awesomely hint about.

I could not write about 'ordinary people' because I am not in the least interested in them.

I could not write about "ordinary people" because I am not in the least interested in them.

Children, old crones, peasants, and dogs ramble; cats and philosophers stick to their point.

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