h-p-lovecraft

Just kill me. My life is nothing without you. Drive me mad. Let me be your sustenance. Eat my soul. You__e_ you__e tearing me apart!

There was something very fishy about Riley Bay.

How can this be real?_ I whispered. __ mean you... you... where you come from. Your world. It is so beyond everything I've ever known. And you would... you would take me to the Pumpkin Ball?___ry and stop me.

When I first read Lovecraft around 1971, and even more so when I began to read about his life, I immediately knew that I wanted to write horror stories. I had read Arthur Machen before I read Lovecraft, and I didn__ have that reaction at all. It was what I sensed in Lovecraft__ works and what I learned about his myth as the __ecluse of Providence_ that made me think, __hat__ for me!_ I already had a grim view of existence, so there was no problem there. I was and am agoraphobic, so being reclusive was a snap. The only challenge was whether or not I could actually write horror stories. So I studied fiction writing and wrote every day for years and years until I started to get my stories accepted by small press magazines. I__ not comparing myself to Lovecraft as a person or as a writer, but the rough outline of his life gave me something to aspire to. I don__ know what would have become of me if I hadn__ discovered Lovecraft.

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.