“For though Kuranes was a monarch in the land of dream, with all imagined pomps and marvels, splendours and beauties, ecstasies and delights, novelties and excitements at his command, he would gladly have resigned for ever the whole of his power and luxury and freedom for one blessed day as a simple boy in that pure and quiet England, that ancient, beloved England which had moulded his being and of which he must always be immutably a part.” RomanceEnglandLovecraftKadathRandolph Carter Book:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath Source: The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
“Stars swelled to dawns, and dawns burst into fountains of gold, carmine, and purple, and still the dreamer fell. Cries rent the aether as ribbons of light beat back the fiends from outside.” DreamFantasyHorrorUnknownQuestLovecraftKadathDream Quest Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“It was a song, but not the song of any voice. Night and the spheres sang it, and it was old when space and Nyarlathotep and the Other Gods were born.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“...down through endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. Aeons reeled, universes died and were born again, stars became nebulae and nebulae became stars...” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“But you, Randolph Carter, have braved all things of earth’s dreamland, and burn still with the flame of quest. You came not as one curious, but as one seeking his due...” LovecraftKadathDream Quest Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“Far away in a valley of your own childhood, Randolph Carter, play the heedless Great Ones.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“Not hard to find is that roseal fever of the gods, that fanfare of supernal trumpets and clash of immortal cymbals, that mystery whose place and meaning have haunted you through the halls of waking and the gulfs of dreaming, and tormented you with hints of vanished memory and the pain of lost things awesome and momentous. Not hard to find is that symbol and relic of your days of wonder, for truly, it is but the stable and eternal gem wherein all that wonder sparkles crystallised to light your evening path.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“Behold! It is not over unknown seas but back over well-known years that your quest must go; back to the bright strange things of infancy and the quick sun-drenched glimpses of magic that old scenes brought to wide young eyes.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“For know you, that your gold and marble city of wonder is only the sum of what you have seen and loved in youth.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“It is the glory of Boston’s hillside roofs and western windows aflame with sunset; of the flower-fragrant Common and the great dome on the hill and the tangle of gables and chimneys in the violet valley where the many-bridged Charles flows drowsily. These things you saw, Randolph Carter, when your nurse first wheeled you out in the springtime, and they will be the last things you will ever see with eyes of memory and of love.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“There is Providence, quaint and lordly on its seven hills over the blue harbour, with terraces of green leading up to steeples and citadels of living antiquity, and Newport climbing wraith-like from its dreaming breakwater. Arkham is there, with its moss-grown gambrel roofs and the rocky rolling meadows behind it; and antediluvian Kingsport hoary with stacked chimneys and deserted quays and overhanging gables, and the marvel of high cliffs and the milky-misted ocean with tolling buoys beyond.” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
“Scent of the sea and fragrance of the fields; spell of the dark woods and joy of the orchards and gardens at dawn. These, Randolph Carter, are your city; for they are yourself. New-England bore you, and into your soul she poured a liquid loveliness which cannot die. This loveliness, moulded, crystallised, and polished by years of memory and dreaming, is your terraced wonder of elusive sunsets...” DreamQuestLovecraftKadath Author:The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft