Fuchsia-groan Quote by Mervyn Peake Download Open image ““But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.”” — Mervyn Peake ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fuchsia-groan Gormenghast
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“She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.” — Charles Martin Copy Share Image
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“Well hell. Her heart was melting and she'd never get the fickle organ back to a normal shape again.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
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“Would you be so kind as to remove your redundant carcass from the door of this room, my man,’ he said, in his high,… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
What is Time... That you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that second-hand, overrated knob of… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
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“I want a big breakfast," said Fuchsia at last. "I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
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“His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon one whose… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
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