Helga Kushnir

“Christ, I feel like a naughty schoolboy again,” said Alec as they walked into King’s Bench Walk. “We have just had a dressing-down by the headmaster. Strider could easily be a man handy with a cane.”
“That man Strider is a crook,” said Bing-Wallace. “His utterances are like the product of a performance of Joseph Pujol … Le Pétomane!”
“Who is Joseph Pujol?”
“He is a well-known French flatulist performer.”
“What?” Alec stopped dead,
“A fartist, dear boy, a performer of farts.” Bing-Wallace began to giggle, as did Alec.”
― Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

“Satan’s breath be damned, the nasty beast is still in there.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“Old women who live long enough mainly count the bodies, whether we want to or not.”
― Elizabeth Kostova, The Shadow Land

“I, you, he, she, we
In the garden of mystic lovers,
these are not true distinctions.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi