Life Is Too Fleet For Onomatopoeia.

I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

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.

I Want A Lot To Eat, I'm Going To Think Today.

[peake's Books] Are Actual Additions To Life; They Give, Like Certain Rare Dreams, Sensations We Never Had Before, And Enlarge Our Conception Of The Range Of Possible Experience.