92 quotes
"Poor devils, they'll wake up in hell without knowing how they got there."
Black Vulmea's Vengeance (1938)
"The King is only a slave like yourself, locked with heavier chains."
By This Axe I Rule! (1967)
Her eyes were likewise neither wholly blue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights and clouds of colors he could not define.
In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier.
"A great poet is greater than any king."
By This Axe I Rule! (1967)
Where does barbarism leave off and civilization begin?...We can hardly conceive ourselves to be the sole possessors of the only true civilization that the world has ever known.
Arus the watchman grasped his crossbow with shaky hands, and he felt beads of clammy perspiration on his skin as he stared at the unlovely corpse sprawling on the polished floor before him. It is not pleasant to come upon Death in a lonely place at midnight.
The God in the Bowl (1952)
A long bow and a strong bow, and let the sky grow dark!
The cord to the nock, the shaft to the ear, and the king of Koth for a mark!
The Scarlet Citadel (1933)
I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead men were strewn in heaps thigh-deep about him. But at last they dragged him down, a hundred against one.
A Witch Shall Be Born (1934)
"Seek for a shadow that drifts before a cloud that hides the moon; grope in the dark for a cobra; follow a mist that steals out of the swamp at midnight."
The Black Stranger (1953)
Conan's hand fell heavily on her naked shoulder.
"Stand aside, girl," he mumbled. "Now is the feasting of swords."
Xuthal of the Dusk (1933)
It has fallen upon me, now and again in my sojourns through the world, to ease various evil men of their lives...
The Castle of the Devil (1968)
"...Free my hands and I'll varnish this floor with your brains!"
The Scarlet Citadel (1933)
"The sea-road is good for wanderers and landless men. There is quenching of thirst on the grey paths of the winds, and the flying clouds to still the sting of lost dreams."
The Road of Azrael (1976)
And Rome – oh, the list is endless there, also - most of them were glorified harlots but better be a glorified harlot than a drab and moral drone, such as the text books teach us woman should be.
A wolf was no less a wolf because a whim of chance caused him to run with the watch-dogs.
Beyond the Black River (1935)
A true fanatic, his promptings were reasons enough for his actions.
Red Shadows (1928)
Mingle my dust with the burning brand,
Scatter it free to the sky
Fling it wide on the ocean’s sand,
From peaks where the vultures fly.
Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills or the sea with which I am not familiar.
By the way, I sold another story, same company. “Wolfshead” twentyfive pages $40.00. After reading it, I’m not altogether sure I wasnt off my noodler when I wrote it.