The glorious Dryden, refiner and purifier of English verse, did less for rhyme than he did for metre.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

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.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown

If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

I am disillusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.

If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.

[T]he astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.

Are you satisfied with you? Great! Are not you? Let's start in the mirror...

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

Stories worked much the same way…A false note at the beginning was much more costly than one nearer the end because early errors were part of the foundation.

If criticism could kill you, I'd be dead.

We were made for good works (cf. Phil. 1:11) to the glory and praise of our Maker, and to imitate God as far as might be.

I like that idea that what I do might be mainstream. Might be.

If I can tell you the story from beginning to end in five minutes, I'm ready to start writing.

If you do things out of time you're weird.

If we desire to judge justly, we must persuade ourselves that none of us is without sin.