Anissa

“The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones’ wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.”
― Agatha Christie, Mrs. McGinty's Dead

“I didn’t get to that pudding in time. It had boiled dry. I think it’s really all right—just a little scorched perhaps. In case it tasted rather nasty I thought I would open a bottle of those raspberries I put up last summer. They seem to have a bit of mould on top but they say nowadays that that doesn’t matter. It’s really rather good for you—practically penicillin.”
― Agatha Christie, Mrs. McGinty's Dead

“It’s quite a good idea. Only for heaven’s sake don’t be like that mug in the detective story who confides all his best ideas to a friendly sort of character who turns out to be the murderer in Chapter Sixteen.”
― Martin Edwards Michael Gilbert, Smallbone Deceased

“He was a lean, contained-looking man, with a clipped grey beard and a mouth that cut across his face on a severe slant, like that of someone who spent his days listening to bullshit.”
― Helen Garner, This House of Grief