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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?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I had once remarked to Feely that, because of the oxygen, breathing fresh air was like breathing God, but she had slapped my face and told me I was being blasphemous.

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 17 Sep

Alan Bradley

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

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I could tell he was becoming sulky, as boys and men do when they're caught bluffing. And I ignored him, as girls and women do when they catch them out.

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 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

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

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 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

The first thing they would do would be to open my mouth and extract the soggy ball of my handkerchief, and as they spread it out flat on the table beside my white remains, an orange stamp—a stamp belonging to the King—would flutter to the floor: It was like something right out of Agatha Christie.

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 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

The place smelled of commodes and playing cards, and before I was halfway to the end I had made a firm resolve never to begin to die. For me it would be all or nothing: no half measures, no lingering on the doorstep.

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 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

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 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 20 Sep

Alan Bradley

Wrapped up in the music, I threw myself into an overstuffed chair and let my legs dangle over the arm, the position in which Nature intended music to be listened to, and for the first time in days I felt the muscles in my neck relaxing.

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 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

I had thought for years, probably 30 or 40 years, that it would be a lot of fun to try my hand at a classic English mystery novel... I love that form very much because the reader is so familiar with all of the types of characters that are in there that they already identify with the book.

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 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

Vaporized by the sun! Wasn't that what the universe had in store for all of us? There would come a day when the sun exploded like a red balloon, and everyone on earth would be reduced in less than a camera flash to carbon. Didn't Genesis say as much? For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. This was far more than dull old theology: It was precise scientific observation! Carbon was the Great Leveler--the Grim Reaper. Diamonds were nothing more than carbon, but carbon in a crystal lattice that made it the hardest known mineral in nature. That was the way we all were headed. I was sure of it. We were destined to be diamonds!

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

There's a reason we English are ruled more by tea than by Buckingham Palace or His Majesty's Government: Apart from the soul, the brewing of tea is the only thing that sets us apart from the great apes - or so the Vicar had remarked to Father.

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 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 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

Alone in my room, I pondered the evidence. A perfect phrase. I would jot it down for future use. Like it or not, there are times when you need to be alone; times when you need to be lonely; times when you need to need other people.

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

Have you ever wondered, Dogger," I asked, "if wickedness is a chemical state?" "Indeed I have, Miss Flavia," he said. "I have sometimes thought of little else.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alan Bradley

Although it seems shocking to say so, grief is a funny thing. On the one hand, you're numb, yet on the other, something inside is trying desperately to claw its way back to normal: to pull a funny face, to leap out like a jack-in-the-box, to say "Smile, damn you, smile!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I was being resisted by millions of tiny crystals, I knew, but the strength of their chemical bonds was enormous. If all of us could be like snow, I thought, how happy we should be.

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 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 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 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 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

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

I had concocted the gunpowder myself from niter, sulfur, charcoal, and a happy heart. When working with explosives, I've found that attitude is everything.

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 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 13 Sep

Alan Bradley

Growing up in a Canadian household that was more British than Big Ben, I dreamed of flying to England myself and visiting the places my family never tired of talking about. I always woke up before the plane landed.

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 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

How could I tell Clarence that finding another dead body was anything but dreadful? On the contrary: it was thrilling; it was exciting; it was exhilarating, it was invigorating; to say nothing of electrifying and above all, satisfying. How could I tell the dear man that murder made me feel so gloriously alive?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alan Bradley

You can sometimes camouflage the hand, but you cannot camouflage the man behind it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

Feely, it seemed, was, as Sherlock Holmes once called Dr. Watson, "the one fixed point in a changing world." Throughout the events of the past few days, Feely had somehow managed to remain her same unpleasant self. Could it be that goodness wanes and waxes like the moon, and that only evil is constant?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alan Bradley

I was me, I was Flavia. And I loved myself, even if no one else did.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alan Bradley

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

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alan Bradley

Shame can be greater than the need for justice.

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

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

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

The more I dealt with adults, the less I wanted to be one.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alan Bradley

My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.