3 Quotes by T.F. Powys

A bed has a friendly and benign look: it wishes to be kind.

Her laughter was everywhere, and at night her eyes shone in the sky. The air he breathed was Susie; whatever he touched was her too.

When God’s finger first stirred the pudding,” answered Death, with a smile, “He let a tear fall in by mistake, and that tear became man’s consciousness.