Top 100 Quotes About Lovecraft
#1. [...] Howard Phillips Lovecraft of Providence, Rhode Island, for cultivating a florid and overblown prose style that covered the entire spectrum from purple to ultraviolet and took sixteen volumes of interminable epistles to get to the point [...]
Charles Stross
#2. On the other hand, there is also the matter of Lovecraft's place in popular culture.
Ross E. Lockhart
#3. A little north of Boston, there was something called LOVECRAFT KEYHOLE; it was a crater in the rough shape of a padlock.
Joe Hill
#4. The situation has a real Lovecraft feel to it. Though, you know, if you come over it'll be more of an Anne Rice situation. If you know what I mean."
"Who's-"
"Because you're gay.
David Wong
#5. Lovecraft dangles like a rabbit from the jaws of his unconscious.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#6. Despite the fact that he's been dead for over seventy years and his prose considered purple and overwrought by many, H.P. Lovecraft's work is still widely read and has remained influential for generations.
Ellen Datlow
#7. 'The Ballad of Black Tom' was written, in part, during the latest round of arguments about H. P. Lovecraft's legacy as both a great writer and a prejudiced man. I grew up worshipping the guy, so this issue felt quite personal to me.
Victor LaValle
#8. [August] Derleth tried to prevent any other (non-Derleth-approved) writer from writing Cthulhu Mythos stories.If Lovecraft had wanted bad writers to avoid Cthulhu Mythos stories, he wouldn't have written back to August Derleth.
Kenneth Hite
#9. Lovecraft was an atheist. Edgar Allan Poe was sort of a half-assed transcendentalist. And Hawthorne was only conventionally religious.
Stephen King
#10. Do you know what made Poe great? And Machen and Lovecraft? A direct pipeline to the old subconscious. To the fears and twisted needs that swim around down there like phosphorescent fish.
Stephen King
#11. I think it is beyond doubt that H. P. Lovecraft has yet to be surpassed as the twentieth century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale.
Stephen King
#12. There may be trouble. Anybody goes in there needs to know how to handle a gun. Do you?"
Lovecraft angled her head back until she was looking at Harrelson down her nose. "I trained as a librarian, and I run a bookstore. Fucking right I can use a gun." pg. 221.
Jonathan L. Howard
#13. I'm not a huge Lovecraft fan as far as that goes; I think there are some stories of his that are really quite wonderful, but for the most part, I have great difficulties with his prose - and the more you know about the man, the harder it is to separate him from the work in many ways.
Greg Rucka
#14. I tend to look way back for my inspiration: H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe.
Drew Daywalt
#15. To Lovecraft, a tainted past is the rotten core from which present-day horror germinates.
Silvia Moreno-Garcia
#16. Thank God for tunnel vision. Thank God for selective perception. Because without it, we might as well all be in a Lovecraft story.
Stephen King
#17. I wrote about real people and real circumstances and real neighborhoods. There was no crypt or castles or H.P. Lovecraft-type environments. They were just about normal people who had something bizarre happening to them in the neighborhood.
Richard Matheson
#18. If there's one thing Robert had learned in three weeks at Lovecraft Middle School, it's that nothing was impossible.
Charles Gilman
#19. If H. P. Lovecraft and H. L. Mencken had ever collaborated, they might have come up with something like The Edge of Reason. This one will delight thinkers-and outrage true believers-of all stripes.
George R R Martin
#20. Most of my influences from outside the commerical strange fiction genre came in with university, discovering James Joyce and Wallace Stevens, Blake and Yeats, Pinter and Borges. And meanwhile within those genres I was discovering Gibson and Shepard, Jeter and Powers, Lovecraft and Peake.
Hal Duncan
#21. Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me
Stephen King
#22. And when she talks of Carrie White her face takes on an odd pinched look that is more like Lovecraft out of Arkham than Kerouac out of Southern Cal.
Stephen King
#23. Now, after 18 years, not a sign of Lovecraft in my work.
Brian Lumley
#24. H.P. Lovecraft is for the summer between junior and senior years in high school. Cosmic fear hits you about then anyway
you realize you'll soon have to Get a Real Job or Go To College or Both and in those days, Be Drafted. A dose of Cthulhu helps put these feelings in perspective.
Howard Waldrop
#25. H.P. Lovecraft is for fantasy fiction what C.G. Jung is for analytical psychology.
Bogdan Vaida
#26. The Weaver is a really godlike power. It's not even a blind idiot god, a sort of Lovecraft thing, it's just a purely capricious god. It's an intelligence you can't understand, so you can't trust it."
China Mieville
#27. Everyone is so desensitised that the potency of artfully deployed italics has long been lost. It was good enough for H. P. Lovecraft, but apparently it isn't good enough for the modern world, filled as it is with obtuse bastards.
Jonathan L. Howard
#28. I really like dating stories, like in Betty and Veronica comics; I like David Lynch and H.P. Lovecraft for the dark gut-wrenching stuff, and I'm inspired by Miyazaki's films for the subtle heart-warming moments, as well as the moments that blew up my imagination.
Fred Seibert
#29. For programming is a job where Lovecraft meets tradecraft, all the time.
Charles Stross
#30. Garris had pet names for all of them. Mahler was the Mad Doktor. Franz Liszt was Son of Lovecraft. Mendelssohn was Santa Claus Meets the Hell's Angels. Beethoven was the High School Principal.
Chet Williamson
#32. I forget all about how good-looking she was at a distance because, close up? My balls pretty much sucked up into my body." "I like your friend, Dan," said Lovecraft. "He's graphic.
Jonathan L. Howard
#33. Lovecraft angled her head back until she was looking at Harrelson down her nose. "I trained as a librarian, and I run a bookstore. Fucking right I can use a gun.
Jonathan L. Howard
#34. This is Lovecraft's best terrible story. It is so artificial...and so overblown...and so ludicrous...that it slithers-through tiramisu-rich prose that might as well be heavy metal lyrics ("a wolf-fanged ghost that rode the midnight lightning")-all the way to the summit of high camp.
Kenneth Hite
#35. There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them.
Caitlin Kittredge
#36. I read H.P. Lovecraft. I also like Sword and Sorcery stuff, Arthurian legend.
Bruce Boxleitner
#37. Whether it was H. P. Lovecraft's doomed towns or Shirley Jackson's lonely, looming 'The Haunting of Hill House,' the boondocks had all the fun. As a black kid in Queens, New York, I couldn't have felt more removed.
Victor LaValle
#38. They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths
H.P. Lovecraft
#39. Masson disliked and respected the ferocious little rodents, for he knew the danger that lurked in their flashing, needle-sharp fangs;
H.P. Lovecraft
#40. Reasonable readers would have accepted my book about ghouls as a work of fiction, but such readers are rare, and most condemned it as a hoax. Even worse, totally unreasonable readers took it for a scientific treatise.
H.P. Lovecraft
#41. It was just a colour out of space - a frightful messenger from unformed realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it; from realms whose mere existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the black extra-cosmic gulfs it throws open before our frenzied eyes.
H.P. Lovecraft
#42. For Arthur Munroe was dead. And on what remained of his chewed and gouged head there was no longer a face.
H.P. Lovecraft
#43. There was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious rustics will say and believe anything.
H.P. Lovecraft
#44. he never spoke save in the debased patois of his environment;
H.P. Lovecraft
#45. Naturally one would rather be a broad artist with power to evoke beauty from every phase of experience
but when one unmistakably isn't such an artist, there's no sense in bluffing and faking and pretending that one is.
H.P. Lovecraft
#46. Hippopotami should not have human hands and carry torches ... men should not have the heads of crocodiles ...
H.P. Lovecraft
#47. I don't believe that there is any fourth dimension, and I emphatically do not believe in Tao.
H.P. Lovecraft
#48. There are so many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and proasic with the poison of life.
H.P. Lovecraft
#49. It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.
H.P. Lovecraft
#50. It is easy to remove the mind from harping on the lost illusion of immortality. The disciplined intellect fears nothing and craves no sugar-plum at the day's end, but is content to accept life and serve society as best it may.
H.P. Lovecraft
#52. better to meet a ghoul, which one can see, than a bhole, which one cannot see.
H.P. Lovecraft
#53. These are the nameless larvae of the Other Gods, and like them are blind and without mind, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts.
H.P. Lovecraft
#54. With hidden powers of unknown extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could safely be warned to leave town.
H.P. Lovecraft
#55. Once in a while, though, he could not help seeing how shallow, fickle, and meaningless all human aspirations are, and how emptily our real impulses contrast with those pompous ideals we profess to hold.
H.P. Lovecraft
#56. For one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize.
H.P. Lovecraft
#58. Looking desultorily about, his attention had been drawn by a dull glimmering on one of the tables; and he had extricated the queer orblike stone from its shadowy, crowded position between an ugly little Aztec idol, the fossil egg of a dinornis, and an obscene fetish of black wood from the Niger.
H.P. Lovecraft
#59. My eldest cat, "Nigger-Man," was seven years old and had come with me from my home in Bolton, Massachusetts;
H.P. Lovecraft
#60. My fear again waned low, since a natural phenomenon tends to dispel broodings over the unknown.
H.P. Lovecraft
#61. My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.
H.P. Lovecraft
#62. Nothing is so intimately a part of a man as his library. It contains just what the possessor wants to look at most often, and comes to form his window or gateway to the larger cosmos.
H.P. Lovecraft
#63. I am not very proud of being an human being; in fact, I distinctly dislike the species in many ways. I can readily conceive of beings vastly superior in every respect.
H.P. Lovecraft
#64. It had been so long abandoned that the rats scurrying on their errands spared me no more than occasional glances of annoyance.
H.P. Lovecraft
#65. Fayez whistled low. That is not dead which can eternal lie. Or, y'know, whatever.
James S.A. Corey
#66. I could not write about 'ordinary people' because I am not in the least interested in them.
H.P. Lovecraft
#68. I could not help feeling that they were evil things
mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.
H.P. Lovecraft
#69. No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
H.P. Lovecraft
#70. The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than worship it.
H.P. Lovecraft
#71. a new chill from afar out whither the condor had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen it. Nor
H.P. Lovecraft
#72. This man bore no resemblance to the bearded, grizzled Akeley of the snapshot; but was a younger and more urban person, fashionably dressed, and wearing only a small, dark moustache.
H.P. Lovecraft
#73. Copp's Hill Burying Ground, which could not be many blocks away from this very house, was a favourite scene.
H.P. Lovecraft
#74. 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 Akeley.
H.P. Lovecraft
#75. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts.
H.P. Lovecraft
#76. From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came,
H.P. Lovecraft
#77. Well did I come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched their wild dances in the struggling beams of a waning moon - but of these things I must not now speak.
H.P. Lovecraft
#78. Ammi would give me no added particulars of this scene, but the shape in the comer does not reappear in his tale as a moving object. There are things which cannot be mentioned, and what is done in common humanity is sometimes cruelly judged by the law.
H.P. Lovecraft
#79. There was something very fishy about Riley Bay.
Serra Elinsen
#80. At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb.
H.P. Lovecraft
#81. The end of a story must be stronger rather than weaker than the beginning, since it is the end which contains the denouement or culmination and which will leave the strongest impression upon the reader.
H.P. Lovecraft
#82. Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.
H.P. Lovecraft
#83. It's hard to have done all one's growing up since 33 - but that's a damn sight better than not growing up at all.
H.P. Lovecraft
#84. The cat ... is for the man who appreciates beauty as the one living force in a blind and purposeless universe.
H.P. Lovecraft
#85. When you can hear a spider walk across the floor, you know it's time to keep your socks on. Thank God for insecticide.
H.P. Lovecraft
#86. The geometry of the place was all wrong. One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal,
H.P. Lovecraft
#87. This man, a vagabond, hunter, and trapper, had always been strange in the eyes of his primitive associates.
H.P. Lovecraft
#88. To me, there is nothing but puerility in a tale in which the human form - and local human passions and conditions and standards - are depicted as native to other worlds and universes.
H.P. Lovecraft
#89. From what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half-articulate thunder-croakings drawn?
H.P. Lovecraft
#90. Many would have disliked to live, if possessed of the peculiar features of Arthur Jermyn, but he had been a poet and a scholar and had not minded.
H.P. Lovecraft
#91. Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.
H.P. Lovecraft
#92. That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.
H.P. Lovecraft
#93. In short, the world abounds with simple delusions which we may call "happiness", if we be but able to entertain them.
H.P. Lovecraft
#94. 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 dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other. Custom had dinned into his ears
H.P. Lovecraft
#95. knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not wish again to speak with the lotos-faces. Yet
H.P. Lovecraft
#96. The priest was dead. Nevertheless, he sat at table with us as we feasted on cold meats.
H.P. Lovecraft
#97. All fled - all done, so lift me on the pyre
The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.
Robert E. Howard
#98. They were large, even for the mus decumanus, which sometimes measures fifteen inches in length,
H.P. Lovecraft
#99. If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.
H.P. Lovecraft
#100. An' when they git ready ... I say, when they git ... ever hear tell of a shoggoth? 'Hey, d'ye hear me? I tell ye I know what them things be - I seen 'em one mght when ... eh-ahhh-ah! e'yahhh ...
H.P. Lovecraft
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