“How I longed to tell her about Harriet—but somehow I could not. The grief in the room belonged to Porcelain, and I realized, almost at once, that it would be selfish to rob her of it in any way. I… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“…it is a well-known fact that more than two men shut up together in an enclosed space for more than an hour constitute a… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“You see, Flavia, silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities.” — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“If there is a thing I truly despise, it is being addressed as "dearie." When I write my magnum opus, A Treatise Upon All… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“The sweater didn't fit me, of course. Even with the sleeves rolled up I looked like a baggy monkey picking bananas. But to my… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“If there is anything more delicious than a sausage roasted over an open Bunsen burner, I can't image what it might be--Porcelain and I… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“No point in wasting time with false vanity when you possess the real thing.” — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“There was no way out; not, at least, in this direction. I was like a hamster that had climbed to the top of the… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
I am often thought of as being remarkably bright, and yet my brains, more often than not, are busily devising new and interesting ways… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“To my mind, if Nature had wanted us to have bright red fingertips, She would have caused us to be born with our blood… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“Had I been too cruel to that horror, Miss Mountjoy? Too vindictive? Wasn't she, after all, just a harmless and lonely old spinster? Would… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“This was an interesting thought; it had never occurred to me that one's name could be a compass.” — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
