“Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets!Compton”

“No creed must be accepted upon authority of a “divine” nature. Religions must be put to th question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted-no standard of measurement deified. There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy!Compton”

“He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.Compton”

“Too long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought!Compton”

“I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your commandments.Compton”

“Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence, he who saith “thou shalt not” to me is my mortal foe!Compton”

“No hoary falsehood shall conventions that do not lead to my earthly success and happiness.Compton”

“I raise up in stern invasion the standard of the strong!Compton”

“I gaze into the glassy eye of yoursome god, and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broad-axe, and split open his worm-eaten skull!Compton”

“I didn’t want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn’t want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn’t make sense.”

“No I’m not a dream, I’m your worst nightmare”

“Skill alone cannot teach or produce a great short story, which condenses the obsession of the creature; it is a hallucinatory presence manifest from the first sentence to fascinate the reader, to make him lose contact with the dull reality that surrounds him, submerging him in another that is more intense and compelling.”

“There are… otherwise quite decent people who are so dull of nature that they believe that they must attribute the swift flight of fancy to some illness of the psyche, and thus it happens that this or that writer is said to create not other than while imbibing intoxicating drink or that his fantasies are the result of overexcited nerves and resulting fever. But who can fail to know that, while a state of psychical excitement caused by the one or other stimulant may indeed generate some lucky and brilliant ideas, it can never produce a well-founded, substantial work of art that requires the utmost presence of mind.”

“The horror had been articulated; it was out; its face had been drawn and could be regarded. Now, even if it could not be changed, it could at least be wept over.”

“Someone once asked me what I thought horror fiction did. What its purpose was . . . I replied that when I wrote horror fiction, I tried to take the improbable, the unimaginable, and the impossible, and make it seem not only possible–but inevitable.”