Robert Lambert

“There is no sentimentality here. We need dirt under our nails and smoke stiffening our hair. We need salt drying on our chests, and bramble snagged calves. We must dedicate ourselves to forty days in the wilderness rather than our five minutes of fame. Magic must become more savage if it is to have any meaning in the world, any power. Myths are not to be draped about poetry, they come from the very substance of the earth, this is the mask we must wear. Be fierce from this understanding taking root.”
― Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft

“The dead body of Gardenia was crashing around the cabin, eyes rolling in its head and mouth grinning crazily.”
― James Herbert, Portent

“Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse’s men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and the muffled tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

“Come and see my rose-coloured bath full of death!”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow