Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor Quotes

I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable

Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the World which others, who are adrift upon it, know.

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon

Destruction is like a snow-ball rolled down a Hill, for its Bulk encreases by its own swiftness and thus Disorder spreads.