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.

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.

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.

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

You can spend the money on new housing for poor people and the homeless, or you can spend it on a football stadium or a golf course.

I played recorder in assembly, then I became passionate about the guitar, I don't know why. I started on electric then moved to acoustic - my brother was playing bass in the next room.

The immediate present belongs to the extremists, but the future belongs to the moderates.

If you were to ask me what I want to do - I don't want to be a celebrity, I want to make a difference.

To justify an unorthodox life by writing about it is to re-inscribe the original violation, to re-violate masculine turf.

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

When love fills your life all limitations are gone. The medicine this sick world needs so badly is love.

Diplomacy is living in state.

I personally think you can have a really rich and full life with no abs. Abs are for wimps.