Category Archives: FROM THE QUOTE BAG

  Try, dear reader, in this magical realm full of marvels, which inspire both supreme joy and deepest horror, where, indeed, the solemn goddess lifts her veil so that we imagine we can see her face – though often a … Continue reading →

  There is no reason why one deaf man talking to another deaf man should ever stop. – Victor Hugo   I bring the gift to my friends, but the Muses’ garland of sweet words is the common property of … Continue reading →

Humans have a consciousness which emphasizes sexuality, perhaps because the origins of human consciousness are related to the origins of human sexuality.– W. I. Thompson She is the most beautifulAmong the flowers of the fieldShe is the greenest of the … Continue reading →

Here you are waiting for the Beautiful Lady, and you don’t know that her beauty is fatal. Two years you’ve lived in my room, and never before have you stared out the window in this way, lost in thought. Apparently … Continue reading →

This morning I was reading TechGnosis by Erik Davis, a very interesting book that I’ll probably write more about, when I came across a passage that seemed very pertinent to yesterday’s post about modern horror and Stefan Grabinski, who, it’s … Continue reading →

When I first chose the basic supernatural themes of snakes and caves for my unpublished (or as I prefer to think of it, SUPPRESSED) novel Snakes in Caves (portions of which have appeared on this site) it was mostly a … Continue reading →

from THE LITERATURE OF ANCIENT EGYPT edited by William Kelly Simpson   The mouth of my girl is a lotus bud Her breasts are mandrake apples Her arms are vines Her eyes are fixed like berries Her brow a snare … Continue reading →

You’ve got to hand it to those pulp writers – maybe because they were just pounding this stuff out it comes directly from the id with a power and compelling force the contemporary mold you’d find in a bookshop named, … Continue reading →

But listen! – at the very first crack of dawn, The ground underfoot begins to mutter, The woody ridges to quake, and a baying Of the hounds was heard through the half-light The goddess was coming,                                       Hecate So much … Continue reading →

Often Love commanded me to go and look for the youngest of angels; so, during those early years I often went in search of her, and I found her to be of such natural dignity and worthy of such admiration … Continue reading →