Gormenghast Quote by Mervyn Peake Download Open image “Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.” — Mervyn Peake ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Gormenghast Life Life is
The ultimate onomatopoeia of truth is a word that makes no sound. — John Alejandro King Aka The Covert Comic Copy Share Image
Life can be a shipwreck but we must always remember to sing in the life boats — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“So onomatopoeia has the same number of "O"s as Oompa Loompa. Coincidence? I think not.” — Tom McHale Copy Share Image
“There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It… — Caitlín R. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Glorious,' said Steerpike, 'is a dictionary word. We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast, paper-walled prison our convicts,… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
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
“Behind him she saw something which by contrast with the alien incalculable figure before her, was close and real. It was something which she… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls - The Consumptive.… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“He knew that he was caught up in one of those stretches of time when for anything to happen normally would be abnormal. The… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“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
“He could now inhabit the world of words, with, at the back of his melancholy, a solace he had not known before” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“He had emptied the bright goblet of romance; at a single gulp he had emptied it. The glass of it lay scattered on the… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“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
“Before it had awoke to die on the instant of its waking, a score of bells and clocks had shouted midday and for a… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
[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… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Many fantasy novels - 'Lord of the Rings', for instance, or 'Lavondyss' by Robert Holdstock - are beautifully written. Geoff Ryman's 'The Child Garden'… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
Countless candles dribbled with hot wax, and their flames, like little flags, fluttered in the unchartered currents of air. Thousands of lamps, naked, or… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“It was a long head. It was a wedge, a sliver, a grotesque slice in which it seemed the features had been forced to… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
When he at least reached the door the handle had cease to vibrate. Lowering himself suddenly to his knees he placed his head and… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
He had no longer any need for home, for he carried his Gormenghast within him. All that he sought was jostling within himself. He… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Mervyn Peake is a finer poet than Edgar Allan Poe, and he is therefore able to maintain his world of fantasy brilliantly through three… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image