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[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.
...we are haunting ourselves in the present from the past and the future via the ghost and the alien.
Whatever happened to "Ia, Ia, Cthulu fthtagn"? ... No one has a sense of style anymore
-Harry Dresden
He's a gentle giant, harmless and soft, like a teddy bear.
Except deep down, I know he's not.
And when his eyes cut my way, and I see the darkness on the surface, I'm reminded that this man hangs out with monsters.
And one might even exist inside of him.
H.P. Lovecraft is for fantasy fiction what C.G. Jung is for analytical psychology.
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
The monster is peeking through, peering at me from behind his mask. He wants to come out. He wants me to play with him.
The hideous god of war.
Face of an angel, voice of a serpent
Their monstrous forms represent the perverse defiance of normal categories and the confusion of identity associated with social and cosmic disorder.
The monster in my head lingers still,
but he is a good monster.
Actually, I do happen to resemble a hallucination. Kindly note my silhouette in the moonlight." The cat climbed into the shaft of moonlight and wanted to keep talking but was asked to be quiet. "Very well, I shall be silent," he replied, "I shall be a silent hallucination.
The Turtle, son. I made the universe, but please don't blame me for it; I had a bellyache. Help me! Please help me! - I take no stand in these
The monster will forever speak
to me. An today,
it's calling me out the door.
The one who knows and fears the Lord of Hosts need fear no other.
The devil comes and soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl. As this cunning demon takes me as its voodoo doll.
Man, the mask of God,
I am not the monster who lives inside me
He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.
You're a Frankenstein!"
"Don't confuse the monster with the creator.
We are fascinated by the darkness in ourselves, we are fascinated by the shadow, we are fascinated by the boogeyman.
A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes ... malevolent ... omnipotent ... The Phantom of the Opera!
I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,
My darkness is composed of him.
Nyarlathotep ... the crawling chaos ... I am the last ... I will tell the audient void ...
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
Left to himself, man is half beast and half devil.
The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts
Bacchus, n.: A convenient deity invented by the ancients as an excuse for getting drunk.
What are you?.
Ghouls," said the Bishop of Bath and Wells. "Bless me, somebody wasn't paying attention, was he? We're ghouls."
"Look!
He could be the monster if it kept others human.
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
Everything he saw was unspeakably menacing and horrible; and whenever one of the organic entities appeared by its motions to be noticing him, he felt a stark, hideous fright which generally jolted him awake.
The devil is God's ape!
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation
Time.
He's like a storybook spirit, a little djinn or something, except instead of air or water his element is imagination.
Expect of Man God, and he will appear to be a beast. Expect of Man a beast, and he will appear to be God.
Haunt me,
my little ghost,
Posses me
Live inside me,
And scare away my sins
Until there's nothing left.
But You.
I am the dead dreamer, older than sin, older than humanity. I am the shadow below everything. I am the beautiful thing that awaits us all.
What a Chimera is man! What a novelty, a monster, a chaos, a contradiction, a prodigy! Judge of all things, an imbecile worm; depository of truth, and sewer of error and doubt; the glory and refuse of the universe.
I am eternal. I am the night. I am the day. I am forever. And who are you?"
"I'm Skulduggery Pleasant."
"Oh, hell.
(The Horror Writers' Halloween Ball)
I've never seen what he looks like but his disembodied voice is almost godlike in the way it booms from nowhere and reaches everyone, in the way it's terribly indistinct but probably trying to tell us something. Now
In Haitian mythology there is the figure Ghede, who in West Africa, is Iku, whose role is to show "each man his devil." He's represented by a figure wearing a top hat and smoking a cigar. That's my gig.
This is a monster-story, and he has come back to me a terror-creation, patched together, broken and hateful, and I will wake up and he will be here, and whole and mine again.
One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.
We are all somebody's monster.
The only monsters in this world are those who pass for human, who cast shadows and are reflected in mirrors, who smile and speak of compassion and shed convincing tears.
Thinking for yourself - that's scarier than any devil image ...
Only a cynic can create horror - for behind every masterpiece of the sort must reside a driving demonic force that despises the human race and its illusions, and longs to pull them to pieces and mock them.
The man who is too captious, walks in the shadow of death, and on the verge of his sepulchre.
Which monster do you choose?
An ancient predator walks amongst us. He is neither man nor animal. He is the by passer of evolution, a blight on creationism, and the nightmare of man given form.
Cosmic terror appears as an ingredient of the earliest folklore of all races and is crystallised in the most archaic ballads, chronicles, and sacred writings.
As a kid, I always was obsessed with Houdini.
I could not see the unholy creature, but I could feel the bone-aching chill of its presence, and I heard the howl of its mindless hate. I quailed to think of the power that had called it into being and loosed it on the world.
Is there any wonder why the world is where it's at now? just notice the creature sitting near you in a movie house or standing ahead of you in a supermarket line. or giving a State of the Union Address. that the gods have let us go on this long this badly.
The world is chock-full of monsters.
A necessary monster.
Foolish Ever, don't you realize there's no longer any difference between you and your-monster? You are the monster. It's your dark side, your shadow self, and you've now joined as one.
The only monster you need to worry about in this life is the one that stares at you from the mirror each morning. You tame him, make friends with him, and the rest of life is nothing you can't handle.
Either a beast or a god.
He was the monster that no one thought to look for in the light of day. It was a common mistake. People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety - like light - is a facade. Underneath, the whole world is drenched in darkness.
In politics and in war, monsters are defined by which side of a fight a man claims. He is still a man to those who share his beliefs, perhaps even a hero. To those that oppose his philosophy, he is a beast, a creature, one of a thousand unspeakable demons clashing over an ideal.
[...] 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 [...]
The devil personifies not the nature that is around us but the nature that is within us- the infinitely ferocious and cunning prehuman creature that is still within us, sealed in the subconscious cellars of the psyche.
What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.
David Copperfield.
He (the Shaman) is a self-reliant explorer of the endless mansions of a magnificent hidden universe.
Amongst the many trials to which the human mind is subjected, that of holding intercourse, real or imaginary, with the world of spirits: of finding itself alone with a being terrific and awful, whose nature and power are unknown, has been justly considered the most severe.
I am a monster. The worst kind of monster. The kind that people have told stories about for thousands of years. The kind that daredevils like poor Walt seek out, even though many believe I'm nothing more than a myth.
So many times, I tried to imagine how he would look like and always ended up believing he is no more than a faceless monster.
Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.
A wandering corpse, a bundle of mindless functions,
To be called insane: challenge convention. To be called possessed: challenge religion.
The Lord of man and beast is working in all; His presence is scattered everywhere; There is none else to be seen.
The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.
It is conventional to call 'monster' any blending of dissonant elements. I call 'monster' every original inexhaustible beauty.
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.
An archaeologist is a ghoul with credentials.
The devil prince of this world, but this world don't last so long for mortal man.
His name is 'Mr. Spock.' And the first view of him can be almost frightening - a face so heavy-lidded and satanic you might almost expect him to have a forked tail. Probably half Martian, he has a slightly reddish complexion and semi-pointed ears.
The supreme manifestation of all his self-perceived shortcomings
Learn the true topography; the monstrous and wonderful archetypes are not inside you, not inside your consciousness; you are inside them, trapped and howling to get out
Mind of myth sees ghost.
The human creature is so astonishing, but count on it before anything else to be just that-a creature. A laughing animal, a dangerous one, a clever one, a scared one, but always acting for a reason-a motive that will move the beast towards its desires.
The Great Beast is the only object of idolatry , the only ersatz of God , the only imitation of something which is infinitely far from me and which is I myself.
He walks the earth with the power to destroy it. But then so does the human race. And
There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.
Most of my monsters fail altogether to satisfy my sense of the cosmic
the abnormally chromatic entity in "The Colour Out of Space" being the only one of the lot which I take any pride in.
In this worldly life, one is possessed by the three ghosts of the mind, speech and the body.
I am haunted by human
Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A dupe and a deceiver! a decay, A traveller from the cradle to the grave Through the dim night of this immortal day.
I haven't dared say it aloud, I didn't dare write it down before, but what if it was the monster?
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.
Man - a figment of God's imagination.
There are monsters in the world. They're called human beings. - Michael Diamond, from The Life Beyond
An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.
Cillian Murphy is the guy who battled viral zombies in '28 Days Later' and put a gas-spewing bag over his head in 'Batman Begins'. With his pallor, cut-glass cheekbones and glazed blue eyes, he's right on the border between dreamboat and spooky freak.
Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.
We are all someone's monster.