Damn it, it wasn’t quite fresh enough!

— H.P. Lovecraft

Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening, and saw twilight float up from the river to the marvelous golden spires of Than. And just at the hour of dusk he came to the southern gate, and was stopped by a red-robed sentry till he had told three dreams beyond belief, and proved himself a dreamer worthy to walk up Than's steep mysterious streets and linger in the bazaars where the wares of the ornate galleons were sold. Then into that incredible city he walked; through a wall so thick that the gate was a tunnel, and thereafter amidst curved and undulant ways winding deep and narrow between the heavenward towers. Lights shone through grated and balconies windows, and, the sound of lutes and pipes stole timid from inner courts where marble fountains bubbled. Carter knew his way, and edged down through darker streets to the river, where at an old sea tavern he found the captains and seamen he had known in myriad other dreams. There he bought his passage to Elephant on a great green galleon, and there he stopped for the night after speaking gravely to the venerable cat of that inn, who blinked dozing before an enormous hearth and dreamed of old wars and forgotten gods.

— H.P. Lovecraft

Fatal felt a spectral change in the air, as if the laws of earth were bowing to greater laws.

— H.P. Lovecraft

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...

— H.P. Lovecraft

For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance - or identity - were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Adela.

— H.P. Lovecraft

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

— H.P. Lovecraft

Have only this consolation--that he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and something came out of those years to engulf him.

— H.P. Lovecraft

Heaven knows where I'll end up - it's a safe bet I'll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be.

— H.P. Lovecraft

He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, and analyze the processes which shaped his thoughts and fancies. Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreaming, and no cause to value the one above the other.

— H.P. Lovecraft

He talked about terrible meetings in lonely places, of Cyclopes ruins in the heart of the Maine woods beneath which vast staircases led down to abysses of gifted secrets, of complex angles that led through invisible walls to other regions of space and time, and of hideous exchanges of personality that permitted explorations in remote and forbidden places, on other worlds, and in different space-time continua.

— H.P. Lovecraft