“being Flavia de Luce was like being a sublimate: like the black crystal residue that is left on the cold glass of a test tube by the violet fumes of iodine.”

“There's a lot to be said for being alone. But you and I know, don't we, Flavia, that being alone and being lonely are not at all the same thing?”

“Good morning, Flavia," she said at last, but her acknowledgment of my presence came too late for my liking.”

“It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called 'Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it.”

“You see, Flavia, silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities.”

“I was me, I was Flavia. And I loved myself, even if no one else did.”

“Sanctified cyanideSuper-quick arsenicHiggledy-piggledyInto the Soup.Put out the mourning lampsCall for coffin clampsTeach them to trifle withFlavia de Luce!”