Oh how I hate people!

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

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

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

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.

Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in her breast climbed to her throat and gathered songless, hovering, all tumult, wing to wing, so ardent for those climes where all things end.

It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible