incurable lover of the grotesque

Any magazine-cover hack can splash paint around wildly and call it a nightmare, or a witches sabbath or a portrait of the devil; but only a great painter can make such a thing really scare or ring true. That's because only a real artist knows the anatomy of the terrible, or the physiology of fear.

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.

Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.