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 PeakeEach 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.
Mervyn PeakeCold love’s the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.
Mervyn Peake