Rupert Morrish

“I don’t know why America forgot to send rural Minnesota girls a memo back in the ’80s telling us to stop dividing our bangs into two equal parts, one a tube that curled upward and the other a claw that grasped down, but some of us still carried a grudge.”
― Jess Lourey, December Dread

“Its scheme was black and primrose; its walls were lined with rare editions, and its chairs and Chesterfield sofa suggested the embraces of the houris.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Whose Body?

“She would do her marriage then, hour by hour and day by day with the work of her hands, and let the wishing fall where it would.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Beguilement

“The Coroner, a medical man of precise habits and unimaginative aspect, arrived punctually, and looking peevishly round at the crowded assembly, directed all the windows to be opened, thus letting in a stream of drizzling fog upon the heads of the unfortunates on that side of the room. This caused a commotion and some expressions of disapproval, checked sternly by the Coroner, who said that with the influenza about again an unventilated room was a death-trap; that anybody who chose to object to open windows had the obvious remedy of leaving the court, and further, that if any disturbance was made he would clear the court.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Whose Body?