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By Anonym 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

Ordinarily, anyone who made such a remark to my face would go to the top of my short list for strychnine.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alan Bradley

It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called 'Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I had once repeated the experiment to reassure myself that this was so, and it was. Ashes to ashes; starch to sugar. A little window into the Creation

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tiny aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

How curious it was, [...], that we humans had taken millions of year to crawl up out of the swamps and yet, within minutes of death, we were already tobogganing back down the slope.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

Think of the billions of trillions of snowflakes, and the billions of trillions of hydrogen and oxygen molecules in every single one of them. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it, who wrote the laws for the wind and the rain, the snow and the dew? I’ve tried to work it out, but it makes my head spin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I remembered that Beethoven's symphonies had sometimes been given names... they should have call [the Fifth] the Vampire, because it simply refused to lie down and die.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

…because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

The spectrum on the list is very broad. It includes leftists who think that whiny liberals should be stuffed in a sack and drowned.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alan Bradley

No sooner was I safely among the gravestones than a great feeling of warmth and calm contentment came sweeping over me. Life among the dead. This was where I was meant to be! What a revelation! And what a place to have it! I could succeed at whatever I chose. I could, for instance, become an undertaker. Or a pathologist. A detective, a gravedigger, a tombstone maker, or even the world's greatest murderer. Suddenly the world was my oyster—even if it was a dead one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

How could tickling, even though it causes laughter, be at the same time such a vicious form of torture? Sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought it through. I came to the conclusion, at last, that it was like this: Tickling and learning were much the same thing. When you tickle yourself—ecstasy; but when anyone else tickles you—agony.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

It's amazing what the discovery of a corpse can do for one's spirits.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I felt a pang -- a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before. It was homesickness. Now, even more than I had earlier when I'd first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alan Bradley

When you're that age, you sometimes have a great enthusiasm that is very deep and very narrow, and that is something that has always intrigued me-- that world of the eleven-year-old that is so quickly lost.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

There are choices in life which you are aware, even as you make them, cannot be undone; choices after which, once made, things will never be the same. There is that moment when you can still walk away, but if you do, you will never know what might have been.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

But when oxidation nibbles more slowly - more delicately, like a tortoise - at the world around us, without a flame, we call it rust and we sometimes scarcely notice as it goes about its business consuming everything from hairpins to whole civilizations.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

Change is unwelcome in prisons and hospitals. It is only their sameness which makes them tolerable to those kept captive within their walls.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alan Bradley

Love is love, wherever you may find it—even when it's covered in feathers.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

The press was ruthless, but then so was the church. Flavia de Luce

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

It has been my experience that facetiousness in the mouth of someone old enough to know better is often no more than camouflage for something far, far worse.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

But what he said was true enough: I had recently destroyed a perfectly good set of wire braces by straightening them to pick a lock. Father had grumbled, of course, but had made another appointment to have me netted and dragged back up to London, to that third-floor ironmonger's shop in Farringdon Street, where I would be strapped to a board like Boris Karloff as various bits of ironmongery were shoved into my mouth, screwed in, and bolted to my gums.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

If poisons were ponies, I'd put my money on cyanide.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

Here we were, Father and I, shut up in a plain little room, and for the first time in my life having something that might pass for a conversation. We were talking to one another almost like adults; almost like one human being to another; almost like father and daughter. And even though I couldn't think of anything to say, I felt myself wanting it to go on and on until the last star blinked out.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

Some children are born seeking God outside themselves, and it is a lifelong quest, but one that can never be fulfilled, so that they are often left, in the end, sitting among the remnants of the things they have accumulated, and love is not one of them. Yet other children - born in awe of the roaring torrents of their own arteries, the wide deserts of their skins, the uncharted forests of their silken hair, and the craggy mountains of their own knees, knuckles, and toes - sense instinctively from birth that the Creator is within, that in the hidden depths of movement lies the secret of existence.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I have no fear of the dead. Indeed in my own limited experience I have found them to produce in me a feeling that is quite the opposite of fear. A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories. I’d had the good fortune of seeing several of them in my time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation - all of it! - was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn't see it in our own world, there was a real stability.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

Simple pleasures are best.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

I had long ago discovered that when a word or formula refused to come to mind the best thing for it was to think of something else: tigers for instance or oatmeal. Then when the fugitive word was least expecting it I would suddenly turn the full blaze of my attention back onto it catching the culprit in the beam of my mental torch before it could sneak off again into the darkness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

How can I help?” I asked, as Anglicans have been taught to do—and in spite of the fact that our family have been Roman Catholics since St. Peter was a sailor.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

. . . and there was for a moment an unbreakable bond between us: the eternal bond of chemistry. I glowed with all the fire of a newborn galaxy.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I waved my hand like a frantic dust mop fingers spread ludicrously wide apart as if to say “What jolly fun ” What I wanted to do actually was to leap to my feet strike a pose and burst into one of those “Yo-ho for the open road ” songs they always play in the cinema musicals but I stifled the urge and settled for a ghastly grin and an extra twiddle of the fingers.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alan Bradley

Mother Goose! I have never much cared for flippant remarks, especially when others make them, and in particular, I don't give a frog's fundament for them when they come from an adult.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

It’s things like this that really shake me: sudden terrifying glimpses into the world of being an adult, and they are sometimes things that I am not sure I really want to know.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

TV and film taught me to think cinematically. Teaching others to edit, for example, provides a great deal of insight into the millions of ways in which given elements can be put together to tell a story.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

Humility is a most excellent barometer," he said, "and ought to be looked for in all those we are made to look up to.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alan Bradley

Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

Are you provoking your sister again, Flavia," Father asked, looking up from his journal, but leaving a forefinger on the page to mark his place. "I was trying to discuss current events," I said. "But she doesn't seem much interested." "Ah," Father said, and went back to reading about plate flaws in the 1840 tuppenny blue.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

As anybody with two older sisters can tell you, a closed door is like a red rag to a bull. It cannot go unchallenged.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alan Bradley

Nature does abhor a vacuum, but she equally abhors pressure.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked. 'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!' 'Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.' 'Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

Shame can be greater than the need for justice.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one, and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

True charity, I had had discovered, consists of swallowing an invisible flaming sword.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I had to make water ” I said. It was the classic female excuse and no male in recorded history had ever questioned it. “I see ” the Inspector said and left it at that. Later I would have a quick piddle behind the caravan for insurance purposes. No one would be any the wiser.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

I always knew that I wanted to work on my own material - something that would be more long-lasting than short-lived electronic transmissions.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

Do What?' 'Lie,' he said. 'Why do you fabricate these outlandish stories?' 'Well,' I wanted to say, 'there are those of us who create because all around us, things visible and invisible are crumbling. We are like the stonemasons of Babylon, forever working, as it says in Jeremiah, to shore up the city of walls.' I didn't say that, of course. What I did say was: 'I don't know.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I remembered that Johnson had declared portrait painting to be an improper employment for a woman. “Public practice of any art and staring in men’s faces is very indelicate in a female,” he had said. Well I’d seen Dr. Johnson’s face in the book’s frontispiece and I couldn’t imagine anyone male or female wanting to stare into it for any length of time —the man was an absolute toad.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

Except I'm aware that as a writer you can't get away with as much writing for children as you can with adults. Children have much more finely tuned senses of justice, morals, and ethics. They are much more Platonic: children are symmetrical, before we begin to fragment them with our own nonsensical ideas and squelch their natural joy in knowledge.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

There's a lot to be said for being alone. But you and I know, don't we, Flavia, that being alone and being lonely are not at all the same thing?