A man asking for help ought to at least give directions.
BARBARA MERTZkissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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Sekhmet crawled onto Ramses’s lap and began to purr. ‘The creature oozes like a furry slug,’ said Ramses, eyeing it without favor.
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Writing is like a bird-watcher watching for birds: the stories are there: you just have to train yourself to look for them.
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I’ve been reading ghost stories ever since I could read. I’m immensely curious about ghosts and UFOs and all that stuff, but I’m a very hard-headed person.
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Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.
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I do hope you have some money. I’m getting tired of hitting people.
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I had refused Emerson’s well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.
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A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.
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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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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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Getting an idea for a book is not the problem, but you need 300 ideas – an idea a page.
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The only way to do it is to do it: by writing, writing, writing.
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I have no writing habit. I work when I feel like it, and I work when I have to – mostly the latter.
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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 opportunity to lecture had restored my good humor.
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There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.
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