You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.

Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It's when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life's not worth having.