Quotes by : Mervyn Peake

The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed....

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hold....

How merciful a thing is man's ignorance of his immediate future! What a ghastly, paralysing thing it....

As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion,....

The vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born,Nor how to burnWith....

I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelström of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves of....

I want a big breakfast," said Fuchsia at last. "I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable,....

In great thick dusty books he readAnd hardly ever went to bedBefore it was e

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white