The Grave's a Fine and Private Place (Flavia de Luce, #9)

by Alan Bradley

“Da says that life is full of death, and that it’s better to make friends with it than fight it.”

Why do so many poets apologize before reading their work aloud? I wondered. How many readings had we attended at St. Tancred’s parish hall where the poet felt obliged to kill his own young before they ever drew breath?

There’s nothing so deadly as an acid tongue driven by a pious mind.

“Fortune favors girls with guts,” some ancient Roman had once written, or ought to have written, because it was true.