Rowan Briggs

“Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound,
Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.”
― Alexander Pope, An Essay On Criticism

“What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient Express

“His smugness was annoying. This was the type of man who looked at a picture on the wall and instead of admiring the photo, looked at his own reflection in the glass.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea

“Yet amidst all that, life has spit in the eye of death.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea