The Most Merciful Thing In The World...

Nothing Matters, But It's Perhaps More Comfortable To Keep Calm And Not Interfere With Other People.

The Process Of Delving Into The Black Abyss Is To Me The Keenest Form Of Fascination.

The Appeal Of The Spectrally Macabre Is Generally Narrow Because It Demands From The Reader A Certain Degree Of Imagination And A Capacity For Detachment From Every-day Life. Relatively Few Are Free Enough From The Spell Of The Daily Routine To Respond To Rappings From Outside, And Tales Of Ordinary Feelings And Events, Or Of Common Sentimental Distortions Of Such Feelings And Events, Will Always Take First Place In The Taste Of The Majority; Rightly, Perhaps, Since Of Course These Ordinary Matters Make Up The Greater Part Of Human Experience.

I Felt Myself On The Edge Of The World; Peering Over The Rim Into A Fathomless Chaos Of Eternal Night.

After Man There Would Be The Mighty Beetle Civilisation, The Bodies Of Whose Members The Cream Of The Great Race Would Seize When The Monstrous Doom Overtook The Elder World. Later, As The Earth's Span Closed, The Transferred Minds Would Again Migrate Through Time And Space -- To Another Stopping Place In The Bodies Of The Bulbous Vegetable Entities Of Mercury. But There Would Be Races After Them, Clinging Pathetically To The Cold Planet And Burrowing To Its Horror-filled Core, Before The Utter End.