I am clever enough to know that I am clever.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

To live at all is miracle enough.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

[Peake's books] are actual additions to life; they give, like certain rare dreams, sensations we never had before, and enlarge our conception of the range of possible experience.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?

I wish to be with you forever, to look upon your face always, to never leave your side.

(It’s) a fair exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you know.

You got the ball in your hands and you're in command, and if you get your good pitch where you want it, nobody's gonna hit you.

The more I work, the more I want to work.

I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.

I like Scottish people because they feel very true. They're always level and straight. They get a reputation for being hardened because of it, but I find them to be scrupulously honest people.

Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.

Man can change his life simply by changing his attitude.