Love is love, wherever you may find it—even when it's covered in feathers.
I'm at that age where I watch such things with two minds, one that cackles at these capers and another that never gets much beyond a rather jaded and self-conscious smile, like the Mona Lisa.
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
The press was ruthless, but then so was the church.Flavia de Luce
…because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world.
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,...
...silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities.
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 belo...
It's amazing what the discovery of a corpse can do for one's spirits.
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 elec...
As Daffy once said, the best place to hide a glum countenance is onstage at the opera.
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?
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 b...
The vicar's organized a snow-shoveling party.""But why?" I asked.It didn't make sense. If all the roads were closed, what use was it clearing a way to the front door?"Because," said Aunt Felicity's vo...
I did not elaborate, nor did I need to. The human imagination is capable of anything when left on its own to fill in the blanks.
Magic doesn’t work when you’re sad.
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 fac...
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 wa...
One of the things I dread about becoming an adult is that sooner or later you begin letting sentimentality get in the way of simple logic.
As anybody with two older sisters can tell you, a closed door is like a red rag to a bull. It cannot go unchallenged.
