Quotes by : Mervyn Peake

What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves....

In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space....

His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds....

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

It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of independence,....

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

Each day we live is a glass roomUntil we break it with the thrustingOf the spirit and pass throughThe....

It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

But his mind saw nothing of all this. His mind was engaged in a warfare of the gods. His mind paced outwards....