What had his memory done to her that he should now be seeing a creature so radically at variance with the image that had filled his mind? - Mervyn Peake

The ritual which his body had had to perform for fifty years had been no preparation for the unexpected.

What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that secondhand, overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship!

This upstart, this dangerous, unprecedented upstart, whose pursuit of the doctrines was propelled by a greed for personal power as cold as it was tameless.