Mervyn Peake

Mervyn Peake is a finer poet than Edgar Allan Poe, and he is therefore able to maintain his world of ...

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of k ...

He had no longer any need for home, for he carried his Gormenghast within him. All that he sought wa ...

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the in ...

Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a ...

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as c ...

The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it ...

Each day we live is a glass roomUntil we break it with the thrustingOf the spirit and pass throughTh ...

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

She had shown him by her independence how it was only fear that held people together. The fear of be ...

What is Time... That you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that seco ...

I am too rich already, for my eyes mint gold.- Coloured Money

It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous s ...