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“Each time a man opens his heart he breaks his armor and weakens his battle might.”
“An occultist of my acquaintance, who has gone deeper in the matter than any man I ever knew, says I have a very ancient soul, am a reincarnated Atlantean, in fact!”
“I’ve got the makings of a great writer in me, but I’ll never become one because I’m too erratic and lazy to really try and keep on trying,”
Howard was a superb writer in part because he was a superb reader; he stole from the best and then transcended the thefts by transmuting the swag.
Animals are neither gods nor fiends, but men in their way without the lust and greed of man–”
“The army is like a sword,” said Kull, “and must not be allowed to rust.”
for man is still an ape in that he forgets what is not ever before his eyes.
How could a man be so many different men in a lifetime? For Kull knew that there were many Kulls and he wondered which was the real Kull. After all, the priests of the Serpent merely went a step further in their magic, for all men wore masks, and many a different mask with each different man or woman; and Kull wondered if a serpent did not lurk under every mask.
I brood not over the lost glories of my race, nor do I labor for races to come. Live now, Kull, live now. The dead are dead; the unborn are not. What matters men’s forgetfulness of you when you have forgotten yourself in the silent worlds of death?
