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

Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. (Dreams In The Witch-House)

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

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