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“Salcombe Hardy groaned: "How long, O Lord, how long shall we have to listen to all this tripe about commercial arsenic? Murderers learn it now at their mother's knee.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Strong Poison

“Unfortunately, the theory that 'more is better' is a really, really crappy theory when it comes to arsenic.”
― Lydia Kang, Quackery: A Brief History of the Worst Ways to Cure Everything

“As there are six kinds of metals, so I have also shown with reliable experiments... that there are also six kinds of half-metals: a new half-metal, namely Cobalt regulus in addition to Mercury, Bismuth, Zinc, and the reguluses of Antimony and Arsenic.”
― Georg Brandt

“Rather than throw the white arsenic away, it was realised that money could be made by selling the substance as a poison to get rid of all kinds of vermin, including cockroaches, rats, stray animals - as well as relatives and secret lovers.”
― Neil Bradbury, A Taste for Poison: Eleven Deadly Molecules and the Killers Who Used Them

“He smiled â€� a real smile. Damn. It was easier to deal with him when he was being thoroughly vile. "Look, I’m sorry for being so rude earlier today. Your presence came as something of a shock and I reacted badly."
"Oh." Geared for battle, his apology took me utterly by surprise. I gaped.
"Aunt Arabella spoke very highly of you," he added, heaping coals of fire on my head. "She was impressed by your work on the Purple Gentian."
"Why all this sudden amiability?" I asked suspiciously, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Are you always this blunt?"
"I’m too tired to be tactful," I said honestly.
"Fair enough." Stretching, Colin detached himself from the wall. "Can I make you some hot chocolate as a token of peace? I was just about to have some myself," he added.
Suiting action to words, he loped over to the counter beside the sink and checked the level of water in a battered brown plastic electric kettle. Satisfied, he plugged it into the wall, flipping the red switch on the side.
I followed him over to the counter, the linen folds of the nightgown trailing after me across the linoleum. "As long as you promise not to slip any arsenic in it."
Colin rooted around in a cupboard above the sink for the cocoa tin and held it out to me to sniff. "See? Arsenic free."
I leant back against the counter, my elbows behind me on the marble work surface. "I don’t think arsenic is supposed to have a smell, is it?"
"Damn, foiled again." Colin spooned Cadbury’s instant hot chocolate into two mugs, one decorated with large purple flowers, and the other with a quotation that I thought might be Jane Austen, but the author’s name was hidden around the other side of the mug. "Look, if it makes you feel better, I promise to do a very bad job hiding your body."
"In that case, carry on," I yawned.”
― Lauren Willig, The Secret History of the Pink Carnation

“Apparently arsenic is odorless and can't be detected by taste, so it's easy to administer." Gram took another sip of tea. Then one more. "It often isn't detected in the bloodstream after death because no one thinks to test for it."
Look at Gram knowing all the arsenic facts.”
― HelenKay Dimon, The Usual Family Mayhem

“Knowing that you are unlikely to be bitten by bedbugs as the wallpaper is slowly killing you is not the calm relaxed feeling most people want from their bedrooms”
― Neil Bradbury, A Taste for Poison: Eleven Deadly Molecules and the Killers Who Used Them