“alone with everybodythe flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a soul,and the women breakvases against the wallsand them men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut they keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.there's no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the city dumps fillthe junkyards fillthe madhouses fillthe hospitals fillthe graveyards fillnothing elsefills.”

“I had been born in order to fillthe great need I had of myself.”

“there's no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.”

“Men and women yearners must realize their unity even while in theflesh; not by communion of the flesh, but by the Will to Freedom fromthe flesh and all the impediments it places in their way to perfectUnity and Holy Understanding”

“There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them.”

“I hold it true that thoughts are thingsEndowed with bodies, breath, and wings,And that we send them forth to fillThe world with good results - or ill.That which we call our secret thoughtSpeeds to the earth's remotest spot,And leaves its blessings or its woesLike tracks behind it as it goes.It is God's law. Remember itIn your still chamber as you sitWith thoughts you would not dare have known,And yet made comrades when alone.These thoughts have life; and they will flyAnd leave their impress by-and-by,Like some marsh breeze, whose poisoned breathBreathes into homes its fevered breath.And after you have quite forgotOr all outgrown some vanished thought,Back to your mind to make its home,A dove or raven, it will come.Then let your secret thoughts be fair;They have a vital part and shareIn shaping worlds and moulding fate --God's system is so intricate.”