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    Alan Bradley
    “Books are like oxygen to a deep-sea diver," she had once said. "Take them away and you might as well begin counting the bubbles.”
    Alan Bradley, I Am Half-Sick of Shadows

  • #2
    Alan Bradley
    “Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #3
    Alan Bradley
    “As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

    No ... eight days a week.”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #4
    Alan Bradley
    “If you remember nothing else, remember this: Inspiration from outside one's self is like the heat in an oven. It makes passable Bath buns. But inspiration from within is like a volcano: It changes the face of the world.”
    Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

  • #5
    Alan Bradley
    “I gave her a partial smile and kept the rest of it for myself...”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #6
    Alan Bradley
    “Tell them we may not be praying with them," Father told the Vicar, "but we are at least not actively praying against them.”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #7
    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?”
    Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

  • #8
    Alan Bradley
    “Whenever I'm out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think, I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky. ”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #9
    Alan Bradley
    “She consumed books like a whale eats krill.”
    Alan Bradley

  • #10
    Alan Bradley
    “A peculiar feeling passed over me--or, rather, through me, as if I were an umbrella remembering what it felt like to pop open in the rain.”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie



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