Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.— Robert E. Howard
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The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!
For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.
What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing; Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.
But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.
Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet.
Man can be that which he wishes to be;
form and substance, they are but shadows. The mind, the ego, the essence of the god-dream -- that is real, that is immortal.
If I was wealthy I'd never do anything but poke around in ruined cities all over the world - and probably get snake-bit.
I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
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.
I think the real reason so many youngsters are clamoring for freedom of some vague sort, is because of unrest and dissatisfaction with present conditions; I don't believe this machine age gives full satisfaction in a spiritual way, if the term may be allowed.
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, & am content.
One man's bane is another's bliss.
Man is better without knowledge of things to come, for what is to be will be, and man can neither avert nor hasten. It is better to go in the dark when the road must pass a lion and there is no other road.
Some mechanism in my sub-consciousness took the dominant characteristics of various prize-fighters, gunmen, bootleggers, oil field bullies, gamblers, and honest workmen I had come in contact with, and combining them all, produced the amalgamation I call Conan the Cimmerian.
The people among which I lived - and yet live, mainly - made their living from cotton, wheat, cattle, oil, with the usual percentage of business men and professional men.
Civilization is a network and a maze of precedences and custom.
Never the less, at the age of fifteen, having never seen a writer, a poet, a publisher or a magazine editor, and having only the vaguest ideas of procedure, I began working on the profession I had chosen.
Barbarism is the natural state of mankind.
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.
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.
While we may open the books of the past, we may but grant flying glances of the future, through the mist that veils it.
My characters are more like men than these real men are, see.
They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.
One objection I have heard voiced to works of this kinddealing with Texasis the amount of gore spilled across the pages. It can not be otherwise. In order to write a realistic and true history of any part of the Southwest, one must narrate such things, even at the risk of monotony.
But the idea of a man making his living by writing seemed, in that hardy environment, so fantastic that even today I am sometimes myself assailed by a feeling of unreality.
How can I wear the harness of toil And sweat at the daily round, While in my soul forever The drums of Pictdom sound?
All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre— The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.
I'll say one thing about an oil boom;
it will teach a kid that Life's a pretty rotten thing as quick as anything I can think of.
I don't believe I ever saw an Oklahoman who wouldn't fight at the drop of a hat - and frequently drop the hat himself.
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.
It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of man, and drums thundered in temples that had never known the tread of a human foot.
Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat & stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame crimson, and I am content"......Conan the Cimmerian.
I have known many gods. He who denies them is blind as he who trusts them too deeply.
In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to wander cheerlessly throughout eternity.
Animals are neither gods nor fiends, but men in their way without the lust and greed of man.
I have no fear of the Hereafter. An orthodox hell could hardly be more torture than my life has been.
Civilization is a natural and inevitable consequence - whether good or evil I am not prepared to state.
Youngsters of this generation seem not quite so hazardous except in the way of mechanical speed, bad liquor and venereal diseases.
I have gone into yesterday and tomorrow and both were as real as today -- which is like the dreams of ghosts!
No man can be convinced when he will not.
The only safe enemy was a headless enemy.
When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die.
I see in the papers where Roy Guthrie committed suicide. Why, I wonder?
Rome got some peachy pastings when she tried to lick the Irish.
I am unable to rouse much interest in any highly civilized race, country or epoch, including this one.
There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness.
Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem and upon the fingers of the women sparkle drearily like the ice of white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of a jester's bell and the feel comes of things unreal; even the sun is copper in the sky and the breath of the green ocean is no longer fresh.
The poem you sent me was as fiery and virile as anything you've ever written - or anybody else, for that matter. Especially the second part went to my brain like the flaming liquor of insanity. No one else besides Jack London has the power to move me just that way.
Any but the most brutish of men must be touched with a certain awe or wonder at the baring of a woman's naked soul.