Aimee

“As long as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket, and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

“You can have all sorts of symptoms, with only one disease,”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Great Mistake

“It’s a very useful thing sometimes, an idea.”
― Agatha Christie, The Secret of Chimneys

“Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: it is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his crown for an hour’s slumber, it cannot be bought: of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an Empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leaves her embracements to be at rest with the other: yea, so greatly indebted are we to this kinsman of death, that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: and there is good cause why we should do so: for sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men’s oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon’s minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it. THOMAS DEKKER”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night