Laurelyn

“Round the front door, like a wreath, another vine was simply swarming with startling berries of lilac, turquoise, and blue, each shining pearly globe spotted like the eggs of the song thrush. The leaves were a leprous variegated green. “Ampelopsis,” Dogger said. “Sometimes called the porcelain vine.”
― Alan Bradley, The Golden Tresses of the Dead

“How early your soul has taken to its dressing-gown!”
― Anton Chekhov, The Lady with the Dog & Other Stories

“If I can’t make you see the thing in the right perspective this time I’ll chuck it for good.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Strong Poison

“There’s no sense in trying to fight the last war but one.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, The Wimsey Papers