With Hidden Powers Of Unknown Extent Apparently

The Only Saving Grace Of The Present Is That It's Too Damned Stupid To Question The Past Very Closely.

Men Of Broader Intellect Know That There Is No Sharp Distinction Betwixt The Real And The Unreal

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

All My Tales Are Based On The Fundamental Premise That Common Human Laws And Interests And Emotions Have No Validity Or Significance In The Vast Cosmos-at-large.

Pleasure To Me Is Wonder—the Unexplored, The Unexpected, The Thing That Is Hidden And The Changeless Thing That Lurks Behind Superficial Mutability. To Trace The Remote In The Immediate; The Eternal In The Ephemeral; The Past In The Present; The Infinite In The Finite; These Are To Me The Springs Of Delight And Beauty.