Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

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.

incurable lover of the grotesque

I could not help feeling that they were evil things -- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

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

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.