Aimee

“You can have all sorts of symptoms, with only one disease,”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Great Mistake

“Mr Lancelot Trotman looked like a very well-bred fish. Small head with pale blue cod’s eyes; a perfect sweep of chest and belly which seemed to curve right to his feet; and as he walked his legs moved from the knees only in a paddling motion, like swimming in air. The short fin-like arms, the white flapping hands and sensual lips which had a half-drinking expression permanently upon them, the straight nose. It was as if a magician had taken a large carp from a pond, blessed it, and sent it to Savile Row with orders to get dressed and become a man.”
― George Bellairs, Crime in Lepers' Hollow

“Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: it is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his crown for an hour’s slumber, it cannot be bought: of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an Empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leaves her embracements to be at rest with the other: yea, so greatly indebted are we to this kinsman of death, that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: and there is good cause why we should do so: for sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men’s oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon’s minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it. THOMAS DEKKER”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night

“I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place.”
― Anonymous, The Holy Bible: King James Version