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.
H. P. LovecraftNyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .
H. P. LovecraftThere are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.
H. P. Lovecraft