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• I was the eighth dwarf. Sneaky.

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• When you’re that age, you sometimes have a great enthusiasm that is very deep and very narrow, and that is something that has always intrigued me– that world of the eleven-year-old that is so quickly lost.

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• There’s an unwritten law of the universe which assures that the thing you seek will always be found in the last place you look. It applies to everything in life from lost socks to misplaced poisons. . .

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•  Like Mycroft, Father had his rails, and he ran on them. Except for church and the occasional short-tempered dash to the train to attend a stamp show, Father seldom, if ever, stuck his nose out-of-doors.

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• I had to suppress a smile. Sherlock Holmes once remarked of his brother, Mycroft, that you were as unlikely to find him outside of the Diogenes Club as you were to meet a tramcar coming down a country lane.

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• Die, witch,” I managed, making a cross of my forefingers.

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• The sweater didn’t fit me, of course. Even with the sleeves rolled up I looked like a baggy monkey picking bananas. But to my way of thinking, at least in winter, woolly warmth trumps freezing fashion any day of the week.

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• Was the pie good, luv?” she asked. I’d forgotten the pie until that moment. I took a leaf from Dr. Darby’s notebook. “Um,” I said.

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• Good morning, Flavia,” she said at last, but her acknowledgment of my presence came too late for my liking.

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• Yaroo!” I shouted, and I didn’t give a beetle’s bottom who heard me. “Ya-rooo!

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• Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.

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• Excuse me,’ I said. ‘I’ve just remembered something.’ It was true. What I’d remembered was this: While I was not in the least afraid of the dead, there were those among the living who gave me the creeping hooly-goolies

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• Then I remembered that silence can sometimes do more damage than words.

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• What else?” Nothing,” Dogger said. “Just sign it. “Kings prefer brevity.

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• The landscape seems incapable of accumulating human radiation. Perhaps the wind blows anger away.

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• While the passions and feelings that accumulate like noxious gases inside a house seem to condense and cling to the walls and ceilings like old smoke the out-of-doors is different.

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• It always surprises me after a family row to find that the world outdoors has remained the same.

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• Once, when I remarked that she looked like a disoriented bandicoot, she leapt up from the piano bench and beat me within an inch of my life with a rolled-up piano sonata by Schubert. Ophelia has no sense of humor.

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• Then, beginning at the bottom left, I speared the first pea with my fork and ate it.

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• Using my knife as a ruler and my fork as a prod, I marshaled the peas so that they formed meticulous rows and columns across my plate: rank upon rank of little green spheres, spaced with a precision that would have delighted the heart of the most exacting Swiss watchmaker.

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Alan Bradley (186)

Birth:	1938
Nationality:	Canadian
Profession:	Writer

About

Alan Bradley is a Canadian mystery writer known for his Flavia de Luce series, which began with the acclaimed The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. Bradley learned to read at an early age, partly because he was a sickly child who spent a lot of time in bed. Bradley had been interested in writing his entire life. However, he began to take it more seriously in his early 30s after moving to Saskatoon. There, he joined several writing groups and began spending time with local writers.

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