Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan Quotes
And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?
His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.
He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...
How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank yo