The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
H. P. LovecraftI am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.
H. P. LovecraftIf I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!
H. P. LovecraftSomeday our piecing together of knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas we shall either go mad or flee into the safety of a new dark age.
H. P. LovecraftThat's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness.
H. P. Lovecraft