Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and

— Mervyn Peake

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

— Mervyn Peake

His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.

— Mervyn Peake

His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds of Eve were in this radiant creature. The lullabies of half a million years throbbed in her throat. Had they no sense of wonder, no reverence, no pride?

— Mervyn Peake

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

— Mervyn Peake

How merciful a thing is man's ignorance of his immediate future! What a ghastly, paralyzing thing it would have been if all those present could have known what was about to happen within a matter of seconds! For nothing short of pre-knowledge could have stopped the occurrence, so suddenly it sprang upon them.

— Mervyn Peake

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..." It's quite comfortable, sir... I think, sir, thank yo

— Mervyn Peake

I am too rich already, for my eyes mint

— Mervyn Peake

If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white

— Mervyn Peake

If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls

— Mervyn Peake