The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag (Flavia de Luce, #2)

by Alan Bradley

“You are unreliable, Flavia,” he said. “Utterly unreliable.” Of course I was! It was one of the things I loved most about myself.

Inspiration from outside one’s self is like the heat in an oven. It makes passable Bath buns. But inspiration from within is like a volcano: It changes the face of the world.”

It’s always best to announce one’s self heartily when trespassing.

Brains and morals have nothing to do with one another.