I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

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

I like coffee exceedingly.

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

The darkness always teemed with unexplained sound - and yet he sometimes shook with fear lest the noises he heard subside and allow him to hear certain other fainter noises which he suspected were lurking behind them.

With hidden powers of unknown extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could safely be warned to leave town.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming