The human race will disappear. Other races will appear and disappear in turn. The sky will become icy and void, pierced by the feeble light of half-dead stars. Which will also disappear. Everything will disappear. And what human beings do is just as free of sense as the free motion of elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, feelings? Pure 'Victorian fictions'. Only egotism exists.

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

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

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.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.