Eileen Dreyer > Quotes

“But Miss Ferguson preferred science over penmanship. Philosophy over etiquette. And, dear heavens preserve them all, mathematics over everything. Not simply numbering that could see a wife through her household accounts. Algebra. Geometry. Indecipherable equations made up of unrecognizable symbols that meant nothing to anyone but the chit herself. It was enough to give Miss Chase hives.

The girl wasn’t even saved by having any proper feminine skills. She could not tat or sing or draw. Her needlework was execrable, and her Italian worse. In fact, her only skills were completely unacceptable, as no one wanted a wife who could speak German, discuss physics, or bring down more pheasant than her husband.”
― Eileen Dreyer, It Begins with a Kiss

“For there, tattooed along the shaft of the victim's penis, ran brilliant flames of orange, blue, and red. "Redefines the term hot rod," one of the paramedics offered. "Smokin' good time." The med nurse snorted. "Probably closer to flaming dick, you ask me." "It's better”
― Eileen Dreyer, Bad Medicine

“Murphy as not a joy-runner. After doing it damn near every day of his life since his fifteenth birthday, he didn't really believe those assholes who said they got out there and ran ten miles because they loved it. He did it because he figured that if he lived through it at the crack of fucking dawn, the rest of the day couldn't possibly get worse.”
― Eileen Dreyer, Brain Dead

“All Molly could figure was that she’d had too much Stoly and Petra had had way too little lithium for this conversation.”
― Eileen Dreyer, Head Games

“The officer took one more look at Helen, then Casey. "You're not confessing, are you?" She sounded almost hopeful. "Not without a priest," Helen piped up. Casey ignored her. "I suspect somebody else," was all she could manage. A nod, a quick look around the lobby, at nothing at all. "Well, in that case, I'll do you one better. I'll get you a Bishop.”
― Eileen Dreyer, A Man to Die For