It [i.e., his look] held the fatal mixture of stupidity and cunning that lurks at the bottom of all evil. Hothouse (1962)
In the extraordinary ancestral compost heap of your unconscious mind, I have burrowed too long. Hothouse (1962)
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, growing riotous and strange in their impulse for growth. Hothouse (1962)