Literary Ames

“Because when there is true equality, resentment does not exist.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions

“Poirot realized with a momentary flicker of amusement that he had not made himself popular by his critical attitude. Linnet was used to unqualified admiration of all she was or did. Hercule Poirot had sinned noticeably against this creed. Mrs Allerton, joining him,”
― Agatha Christie, Death on the Nile

“She wants lilacs in her wedding bouquet."
"Okay . . ." Nevada had said she wanted carnations, but we could stuff some pretty pink lilacs in there. I didn’t see the problem.
"Blue," Arabella squeezed out. "She wants blue lilacs."
No and also no. "Nevada . . ."
"I had to hide in a bush of French lilacs yesterday and they were very pretty and smelled nice. The card on the tree said, ‘Wonder Blue: prolific in bloom and lush in perfume.’"
I googled French lilac, Wonder Blue. It was blue. Like in your face blue.
"Why were you hiding in a bush?"
"She was being shot at," Arabella said with a sour face.
"So you stopped to smell the lilacs while people were shooting at you?" I couldn’t even.”
― Ilona Andrews, Diamond Fire

“If there were only any peace in Egypt I should like it better," said Mrs. Allerton. "But you can never be alone anywhere. Someone is always pestering you for money, or offering you donkeys, or beads, or expeditions to native villages, or duck shooting.”
― Agatha Christie, Death on the Nile