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

incurable lover of the grotesque

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

Life is a hideous thing.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.

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

I am so beastly tired of mankind and the world that nothing can interest me unless it contains a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes.