There are times when the emotions are so clamorous and the rational working of the mind so perfunctory that there is no telling where the actual leav… - Mervyn Peake

There was a library and it is ashes. Let its long length assemble." These words made me a writer. When I was in middle school, my mother brought home a used paperback copy of Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast…Reading this at the age of 13, I understood that fantasy, the place I was looking for, is not to be found in dragons, ghosts, or magic wands. It resides in language. Fantasy is death by owls. It’s mourning through gesture. It’s music, incantation in half-light. An inverted heart.

You have a rough manner," said Titus. "But you have saved me twice. Why are you helping me?"
"I have no idea," said Muzzlehatch. "There must be something wrong with my brain.

Let go of my arm, or I will scream for God."
"He never helped you. Have you forgotten?