Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice

All I Want Is To Know Things. The Black Gulph Of The Infinite Is Before Me.

I Could Not Write About "ordinary People" Because I Am Not In The Least Interested In Them.

Through The Ghoul-guarded Gateways Of Slumber, Past The Wan-mooned Abysses Of Night, I Have Lived O'er My Lives Without Number, I Have Sounded All Things With My Sight.

The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To Strange Things Which Men Cannot See.

No New Horror Can Be More Terrible Than The Daily Torture Of The Commonplace.