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    Agatha Christie
    “Very few of us are what we seem.”
    Agatha Christie, The Man in the Mist

  • #2
    Agatha Christie
    “Words, madmoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.”
    Agatha Christie, The A.B.C. Murders

  • #3
    Agatha Christie
    “You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.”
    Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

  • #4
    Agatha Christie
    “Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
    Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
    Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
    Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
    Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
    Five little Indian boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.
    Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
    Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
    Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one.
    One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.”
    Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None

  • #5
    Rupi Kaur
    “we have been dying
    since we got here
    and forgot to enjoy the view

    - live fully”
    Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

  • #6
    Katherine Arden
    “It is a cruel task, to frighten people in God’s name.”
    Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Strange Library



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