I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.

I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.

There was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious rustics will say and believe anything.

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon.

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

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.