For What Use Are Books To Anyone

Mount And Begone. The World Awaits You.

There Is A Brotherhood Among The Kindly- Closer And Defter And More Integral- Than Any Of Aisle Or Coven- For Love Rang Out Before The Chapel Bell

Life Is Too Fleet For Onomatopoeia.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.

He Had No Longer Any Need For Home, For He Carried His Gormenghast Within Him. All That He Sought Was Jostling Within Himself. He Had Grown Up. What A Boy Had Set Out To Seek A Man Had Found, Found By The Act Of Living.