Illusions, Richard Bach (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
This more than anything is what I want. I would prefer joy rather than fame.
It was my wit that created an elegant finale for a lovelorn opera singer who, refused by his beau, decided on dropping his own curtain, so to speak.
Flight Of The Poison Prince by Eden H.
“Mrs Alice Drablow, of Eel Marsh House. Dead, don’t you know.” The Woman in Black, Susan Hill
“She was quite near him and Mr. Entwhistle studied her covertly.”
After the Funeral by Agatha Christie
“Liggur pondered this, like most demons, he had a very limited grasp of technology, and so he was just about to say something like, I bet it needs a lot of wire, when the Bentley rolled to halt at the cemetery gate.”
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett