Once again, his body was the measure of all things: the cellar, his bowels; the roof, his scalp; the stairs, his spine…The whole city, he began to see, could be analogized to his flesh, bone, and blood. And why should that be so surprising? When an architect turned his mind to the building of a city, where would he look for inspiration? To the flesh where he’d lived since birth. It was the first model for any creator…There wasn’t an edifice in any street in London that hadn’t begun somewhere in the private city of an architect’s anatomy…
–Clive Barker, Imajica