The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.

There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.

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

Life is a hideous thing.

There were nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at them, one ought tp stand prepared for any sort of action at any 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.

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.