63 Points
"Titus is seven. His confines, Gormenghast. Suckled on shadows; weaned, as it were, on webs of ritual: for his ears, echoes, for his eyes, a labyrinth of stone: and yet within his body something..."
41 Points
"Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York."
316 Points
"We slept in what had once been the gymnasium."
36 Points
"The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum."
99 Points
"The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight."
68 Points
"The sea which lies before me as I write glows rather than sparkles in the bland May sunshine."
17 Points
"That mornining's ice, no more than brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments."
70 Points
19 Points
"I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. If I call it a novel it is only because I don't know what else to call it."
90 Points
"Woman?"