Mount and begone. The world awaits you.
Cold love’s the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.
Why break the heart that never beat from love?
I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.
Years on end, and swords on end - where will it end, if our ears unbend - what shall I spend on a wrinkled friend in a pair of tights like a bunch of lights?
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.