Your trousers are on fire. I would have told you, but you so dislike advice.
BARBARA MERTZIn the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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No woman really wants a man to carry her off; she only wants him to want to do it.
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Cats always made up to the people who hated them the most. Depending on how you chose to look at it, it was a touching manifestation of trust, or a malicious pleasure in human discomfort.
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I would never have supposed that inexperienced girl was capable of such cold-blooded, calculating manipulation!
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I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be the respected patriarch of an ordinary English family.” “Very boring, Emerson.
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It is much more sensible to be an optimist instead of a pessimist, for if one is doomed to disappointment, why experience it in advance?
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Conventional history completely ignores half the human race.
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Loving someone condemns you to a lifetime of fear. You become painfully conscious of how fragile people are – bundles of brittle bones and vulnerable flesh, breeding grounds for billions of deadly germs and horrible diseases.
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I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don’t like to read.
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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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The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.
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To argue without knowledge is like trying to weave without thread.
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Children, I feel, are as much entitled to privacy as human beings.
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Cats always pick the laps of the people who don’t like them.
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If you take a man by surprise, and behave with sufficient arrogance, he will generally do what you ask. -Emerson
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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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