Kate Carlisle > Quotes

“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I'd have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do.”
― Kate Carlisle, If Books Could Kill

“Well, that was embarrassing. There was nothing wrong with talking to the voices in my head--unless everyone else was listening in.”
― Kate Carlisle

“Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.   —Paul Valéry”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“An artist can try and pretend he is not following rules, but let's remember that nature itself provides rules. Gravity for instance.”
― Kate Carlisle, Books of a Feather

“Many of the world’s problems would be solved if people would just shut up and pass the cupcakes.”
― Kate Carlisle, The Book Stops Here

“I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“She wore leopard-skin leggings, a tight black turtleneck sweater and sparkly red heels. I don't make this stuff up.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“I believe in books,” her friend whispered. “We have to save them all.”
― Kate Carlisle, Buried In Books

“I needed another sibling the way I needed a sixth toe. Or a twelfth toe. You know, an extra one on each foot. Never mind.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Derek,” I said after a moment, “have you ever noticed that women can be really stupid?” He put his arm around my shoulders. “And yet, they’re generally smarter than men.” “That’s a sad, sad statement.”
― Kate Carlisle, If Books Could Kill

“I'm sorry, darling, but it's the only face I've got.”
― Kate Carlisle, Murder under Cover

“Never waste, never worry”
― Kate Carlisle, Murder under Cover

“dead.”
― Kate Carlisle, A High-End Finish

“from nine until three o’clock. I’d done it the past four years in a row and it was always fun. The kids were attentive and asked lots of great questions, and it always felt especially good to have some of the girls sign up for a summer job on my crew. I just wished I were feeling a little more energetic. I’d”
― Kate Carlisle, Crowned and Moldering

“He pressed his forehead against mine, stared soulfully into my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back and was about to drag him inside my room, when his smile turned to a grin and he chuckled. Then he guffawed, and seconds later he was leaning against the wall, holding his stomach, laughing and begging for mercy.
So much for the famous unruffled calm of the British secret agent.”
― Kate Carlisle, If Books Could Kill

“me”
― Kate Carlisle, A High-End Finish

“Either that,” she continued as if I hadn’t said a word, “or we take advantage of the two-for-one irrigation special at the green spa. My treat!” She turned to Derek and confided, “I always say, an impacted colon is one bummed-out pooper shooter.” Then she turned back to me. “Whaddaya say, hmm?”
― Kate Carlisle, If Books Could Kill

“Penny’s”
― Kate Carlisle, A High-End Finish

“She came across as charming and efficient, but problems erupted as soon as she started. Two of my best people threatened to quit, so I took her off the project.” I could barely watch as she laughed and yakked like an intimate friend of both Ian’s and Baldacchio’s. On tonight of all nights, the opening of Abraham’s exhibition. I had to wonder, was she here because of me? Everyone in the business knew he’d been my teacher and mentor. Was I completely paranoid? I would’ve loved to pursue the topic of Minka’s shortcomings and find out how in the world she’d finagled a job at the Covington in the first place, but Abraham’s friend Doris interrupted us just then, grabbing Abraham’s arm and giving it a vigorous shake. “Now, what were you yelling about, old man?” she said. I almost snorted. “Doris Bondurant,” Abraham said formally, “I’d like to introduce my former assistant and now my greatest competition, Brooklyn Wainwright. Brooklyn, this is my old friend Doris Bondurant.” “Watch who you’re calling old, buster,” she said, and elbowed Abraham in”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Ah, memories”
― Kate Carlisle, Ripped From the Pages