Worse than madness. Sanity.

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.

I don't think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we're concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.