AJ Delp

“Again I see him, leaning back in one of the luxurious chairs with which his room was furnished. I see his indolent, athletic figure; his pale, sharp, clean-shaven features; his curly black hair; his strong, unscrupulous mouth. And again I feel the clear beam of his wonderful eye, cold and luminous as a star, shining”
― E.W. Hornung, The Complete Raffles Collection

“The evening sky is gold and vast.
I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.
You’re late. Too many years have passed, -
I’m glad to see you, nonetheless.

Come closer, sit here by my side,
Be gentle with me, treat me kind:
This old blue notebook – look inside –
I wrote these poems as a child.

Forgive me that I felt forsaken,
That grief and angst was all I knew.
Forgive me that I kept mistaking
Too many other men for you.”
― Anna Akhmatova, White Flock

“I was afraid I wrote neither well enough nor ill enough for success.”
― E.W. Hornung, Raffles: The Amateur Cracksman

“I like accuracy for its own sake, strive after it myself, and am sometimes guilty of forcing it upon others.
-Bunny”
― E.W. Hornung, A Thief in the Night