A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.
BARBARA MERTZ…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.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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Children, I feel, are as much entitled to privacy as human beings.
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Reputations are shaped not by facts but by prejudices.
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A man asking for help ought to at least give directions.
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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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…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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I am so tired of ruggedly handsome heroes. I don’t know too many ruggedly handsome people who are necessarily nice people. In fact, the beautiful people have a big handicap because they rely too much on their appearance and don’t bother to become interesting.
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Giving other people advice is one of the most irritating and useless activities known to man.
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Most men are reasonably useful in a crisis. The difficulty lies in convincing them that the situation has reached a critical point
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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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Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.
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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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The only way to do it is to do it: by writing, writing, writing.
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..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females…and fling myself squeeling at him whenever anything happens. Like all men, he clings to his illusions.
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