“By Crom, I do not like this place, where dead men rise, and sleeping men vanish into the bellies of shadows!”

“Beauty vanishes like a vapor,
Preach the men of musty morals.”

“We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.”

“I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.”

“They have no hope here or hereafter," answered Conan. "Their gods are Crom and his dark race, who rule over a sunless place of everlasting mist, which is the world of the dead. Mitra! The ways of the Aesir were more to my liking.”

“The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.”

“It is the dissimilarities and inequalities among men which give rise to the notion of honor; as such differences become less, it grows feeble; and when they disappear, it will vanish too.”

“Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.”

“Nowadays, men are acting like women and women like men. Thus, the rise in female presidents in the world.”

“This is the place where time reverses. Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses. Instruments shine on a silver trayDon't let me get carried away.”