He knew by heart every last minute crack on its surface. He had made maps of the ceiling and gone exploring on them; rivers, islands, and continents. He had made guessing games of it and discovered hidden objects; faces, birds, and fishes. He made mathematical calculations of it and rediscovered his childhood; theorems, angles, and triangles. There was practically nothing else he could do but look at it. He hated the sight of it.
Josephine TeyIt was pleasant to talk shop again; to use that elliptical, allusive speech that one uses only with another of one's trade.
Josephine TeyMost people's first books are their best anyways. It's the one they wanted most to write.
Josephine Tey