In 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.)
BARBARA MERTZkissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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If 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.
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A fondness for martyrdom, especially of the verbal variety, is common to the young.
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The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient.
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a church ought to express the joy of religion as well as its majesty.
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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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I do hope you have some money. I’m getting tired of hitting people.
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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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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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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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A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.
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Money was the manure of politics.
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The only way to do it is to do it: by writing, writing, writing.
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Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.
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The only people who are not in awe of Emerson’s powerful voice and well-nigh superhuman strength are the members of his own family. He is aware of this, and often complains about it; so from time to time I like to put on a little show of being intimidated. ‘Proceed, my dear,’ I said apologetically.
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It’s not unsporting to thrash a cowardly cad,’ said Simmons. ‘Everyone knows you don’t fight like a gentleman.’ ‘That might be called an oxymoron,’ Ramses said. ‘Oh–sorry. Bad form to use long words. Look it up when you get home.’ The poor devil didn’t know how to fight, like a gentleman or otherwise.
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