Through honeycombs of stone would now be wandering the passions in their clay. There would be tears and there would be strange laughter. Fierce birth… - Mervyn Peake

O'er seas that have no beaches
To end their waves upon,
I floated with twelve peaches,
A sofa and a swan.

So you thought you'd come back, my wicked one. Where have you been?"
"In hell," said Titus. "Swigging blood and munching scorpions."
"That must have been great fun, my darling."
"Not so," said Titus, "hell is overrated.

There is no point in erecting a structure," said Muzzlehatch, taking no notice of Titus's question, "unless someone else pulls it down. There is no value in a rule until it is broken. There is nothing in life unless there is death at the back of it. Death, dear boy, leaning over the edge of the world and grinning like a boneyard.