Mystery, She Read

“You must not allow yourself to be consumed so thoroughly by death. It’s not selfish to live.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible. I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound. Yet this quaint dandyfied little man who, I was sorry to see, now limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members of the Belgian police. As a detective, his flair had been extraordinary, and he had achieved triumphs by unravelling some of the most baffling cases of the day.”
― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

“Every basic task starts to feel like a decision, and that becomes so draining that you end up unable to make any of them.”
― Benjamin Stevenson, Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone

“Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend,” observed Poirot philosophically. “You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.”
― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair At Styles