This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.
Mervyn PeakeMots clés purple castle description gothic owl ruin tower
Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.
Mervyn PeakeMots clés loneliness alone
I am clever enough to know that I am clever.
Mervyn PeakeMots clés clever
Oh how I hate people!
Mervyn PeakeMots clés people
For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.
Mervyn PeakeWhy break the heart that never beat from love?
Mervyn PeakeIf ever he had harboured a conscience in his tough narrow breast he had by now dug out and flung away the awkward thing - flung it so far away that were he ever to need it again he could never find it. High-shouldered to a degree little short of malformation, slender and adroit of limb and frame, his eyes close-set and the colour of dried blood, he is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy - some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself; where he can watch the world spread out below him, and shake exultantly his clotted wings
Mervyn PeakeMots clés villaining
He had no longer any need for home, for he carried his Gormenghast within him. All that he sought was jostling within himself. He had grown up. What a boy had set out to seek a man had found, found by the act of living.
Mervyn PeakeMots clés gormenghast
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It is my cape of good hope, and if it isn't I will probably bite your nose off
Mervyn PeakeWhen he at least reached the door the handle had cease to vibrate. Lowering himself suddenly to his knees he placed his head and the vagaries of his left eye (which was for ever trying to dash up and down the vertical surface of the door), he was able by dint of concentration to observe, within three inches of his keyholed eye, an eye which was not his, being not only of a different colour to his own iron marble, but being, which is more convincing, on the other side of the door.
Mervyn PeakeMots clés gormenghast
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