Nyarlathotep Quotes

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

H.P. Lovecraft

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

H.P. Lovecraft

#3. Hei! Aa-shanta 'nygh! You are off! Send back earth's gods to their haunts on unknown Kadath, and pray to all space that you may never meet me in my thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos.

H.P. Lovecraft

#4. It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the darkness to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players.

H.P. Lovecraft

#5. There will be no going back to the era before September 11th, 2001, to false comfort in a dangerous world.

George W. Bush

#6. I've been breastfeeding for two years. I could light the gas ring with my nipples.

Jo Brand

#7. Everything that is born will eventually die and everything that is created will eventually be destroyed.

Philip A.K. Ovland

#8. I'm the youngest of six children; both of my sisters are housewives and they each have four kids.

Roma Downey

#9. I hope that one day, my life will be different and richer, too, but from this vantage point, sitting here in this little room, it's so hard to know

Sara Shepard

#10. The best advice I can give you: Look unto Jesus, beholding his beauty in the written word.

John Newton

#11. I'm not interested in just being the hot girl. I'm really goofy, and I love laughing, and that's such a big part of who I am.

Charlotte McKinney

#12. And where are you going?" His voice was playfully challenging.
"To get some breakfast," she said without stopping.
He leered. "I've got something for you to eat," he called after her.
"I might bite it off, though," she said over her shoulder.

Ken Follett

#13. Some of the most vivid writing in America is on the walls of restrooms. The men's room in the Albany, N.Y. railroad station, for instance, should be preserved as a national shrine: there is more wit there than in any Broadway hit!

Truman Capote