"Despite my most careful searches and investigations, I have never since been able to find the Rue d´Auseil. But I am not wholly sorry; either for this or for the loss in undreamable abysses of the closely-written sheets which alone could have explained the music of Erich Zann."

"I repeat again to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will; confine me or execute me if you must have a victim to proptiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more than I have said already"

The Black Man and The Crawling Chaos.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare.”

Cthulhu exists in a deep sleep of death in the watery depths of R'lyeh silently dreaming, waiting for the day when the stars are right and his worshippers raise R'lyeh from the Pacific Ocean. It is his spells that protect and preserve the other Great Old Ones.

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth.

"He reigns there still, and will reign happily for ever, though below the cliffs at Innsmouth the channel tides played mockingly with the body of a tramp who had stumbled throught the half-deserted village at dawn.."

“I last Night strucke on ye Words that bringe up YOGGE-SOTHOTHE, and sawe for ye firste Time that fface spoke of by Ibn Schacabao in ye"

Slayed in the Great Old Ones honour and reanimated to server their other worldly design. Praise be the unquestionable ways of the ancient gods.

Would have loved to call this little chap Herbert West ;-)

"That last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemies and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes."

"Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin... All in the band of the faithful—Order o’ Dagon—an’ the children shud never die, but go back to the Mother Hydra an’ Father Dagon what we all came from onct...”

"About fifty million years ago, the Flying Polyps broke free from their bonds beneath Earth’s crust and fell upon the Great Ones in a war of horrific revenge. Such was the horror of this attack that it drove the Great Ones en masse forward in time to occupy the bodies of the great beetle race which ruled the Earth after man’s dominion fell. The cone beings, devoid of the intelligence of the Yithians, quickly fell the Polyps."

"Whosoever performeth Ye Ritual of Dho-Hna with true understanding shall pass beyond ye Gates of Creation and enter ye Ultimate Abyss wherein dwelleth ye vapourous Lord S'ngac who eternally pondereth ye Mystery of Chaos".

"But always I shall guard against the mocking and insatiate Hypnos, lord of sleep, against the night sky, and against the mad ambitions of knowledge and philosophy."

"Not any birds or bats known elsewhere on earth … for they were larger than elephants and had heads like a horse's … The Shantak-bird has scales instead of feathers and those scales are very slippery."