Emerson,’ I said, choosing my words with care, ‘it is a sheer drop from the cleft down to the base of the cliff. If you are bent on breaking your arm or your leg or your neck or all three, find a place closer to home so we won’t have to carry you such a distance.
BARBARA MERTZIf all else fails, we will simply have to drug our attendants, overpower the guards, raise the oppressed peasants to arms, and take over the government.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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When emotion supersedes reason … gullibility must follow.
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I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it.
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You are softening toward the young rascal because he is ill, and because he says he likes cats.” “It is an engaging quality, Emerson.” “That depends,” said Emerson darkly, “on how he likes them.
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Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.
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Dogs can be made to feel guilty about anything, including the sins of their owners. Cats refuse to take the blame for anything – including their own sins.
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Conventional history completely ignores half the human race.
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…Nefret said with a gusty sigh, ‘Well, that’s done it. We may as well join in, Ramses, family arguments are the favorite form of amusement here and this looks like being a loud one.
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I knew the answer, and–of course–so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me.
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The way to get on with a cat is to treat it as an equal – or even better, as the superior it knows itself to be.
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Nothing looks as self-satisfied as a contented cat.
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That’s maturity-when you realize that you’ve finally arrived at a state of ignorance as profound as your parents.
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There is nothing sadder than the cheerful letters of the dead, expressing hopes that were never fulfilled, ambitions that were never achieved, dreams cut off before they could come to fruition.
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Money was the manure of politics.
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He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, “I love you, Mother.” He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
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Since I am not as stupid as my children believe I am, I had immediately realized this might be a ruse, but I was not at all averse to a confrontation. In fact, I had been hoping for some such thing.
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