I could not help feeling that they were evil things -- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.

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 is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.

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

The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable.

incurable lover of the grotesque

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.