Robert E. Howard Quotes

Then, since all great poets are strange in their speech and actions, he must have achieved great fame, for his actions and conversations were the strangest of any man I ever knew.

Wits and swords are as straws against the wisdom of the Darkness...

This day you become knights! he laughed fiercely, pointing with his dripping sword towards the hillmen horses, herded nearby. "Mount and follow me to hell!

Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.

Civilizirani ljudi neugodniji su od divljaka zato što znaju da mogu biti nepristojni, a da im zbog toga netko ne raspolovi glavu.

His gods were simple and understandable; Crom was their chief, and he lived on a great mountain, whence he sent forth dooms and death. It was useless to call on Crom, because he was a gloomy, savage god, and he hated weaklings. But he gave a man courage at birth, and the will and might to kill his enemies, which, in the Cimmerian's mind, was all any god should be expected to do.

I have no fear of the Hereafter. An orthodox hell could hardly be more torture than my life has been.

And about the table where stood the Dark Man, immovable as a mountain, washed the red waves of slaughter.

"Solomon Kane stood forth alone,
grim man of a somber race:
"Worthy of death he well may be,
but the court ye held was a mockery,
"Ye hid your spite in a travesty
where Justice hid her face.

"More of the man had ye been,
on deck your sword to cleanly draw
"Inforthright fury from its sheath,
and openly cleave him to the teeth — "Rather than slink and hide beneath
a hollow word of Law.

I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply.

The man slumped forward on the table. “Saints and devils!” raged the Wolf. “What does he look like, this Kane?” “Like – Satan –” The voice trailed off in silence. The dead man slid from the table to lie in a red heap upon the floor. “Like Satan!” babbled the other bandit. “I told you! 'Tis the Horned One himself! I tell you –

Conan sensed their uncertainty and grinned mirthlessly and ferociously. "Who dies first?"

We’re making tin gods out of those poor buffoons in Hollywood; I dote on movies and appreciate the scanty art therein but I consider the profession about the most debased and debasing I know.

If this myth of the harpies were a reality, what of the other legends—the Hydra, the centaurs, the chimera, Medusa, Pan and the satyrs? All those myths of antiquity—behind them did there lie and lurk nightmare realities with slavering fangs and talons steeped in shuddersome evil? Africa, the Dark Continent, land of shadows and horror, of bewitchment and sorcery, into which all evil things had been banished before the growing light of the western world!

up in the glade, and notch an arrow.