Quotes by : Charles Beaumont

If one could only discover the unwritten bases of black magic and apply formulae to them, we would find....

A cold wind raced across the surrounding fields of wild grass, turning the land into a heaving dark-green....

The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark....

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of....