Inocencia Matyas

“There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder at the Vicarage

“She lights a match in the dark hall and moves it onto the wick of the candle. Light lifts itself onto her shoulders. She is on her knees. She puts her hands on her thighs and breathes in the smell of the sulphur. She imagines she slap breathes in light.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“There was already something dead about him. He didn’t rear back in his knees any longer. He squatted over his ankles when he walked. That stillness at the back of his neck. His prosperous-looking belly…sagged like a load suspended from his loins.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.”
― Bill Bryson, I'm a Stranger Here Myself: Notes on Returning to America After Twenty Years Away