Susan Kiernan-Lewis > Quotes

“Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before —William Butler Yeats”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Free Falling

“Aren’t we the strangest amalgamation of motives and misspent dreams?”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis

“It is a truth universally accepted that no matter how carefully you plan your life, you can always count on it to go totally to crap just when you need it to hold together.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Finding Infinity

“Is it just Americans who think in terms of ownership when they like something? She found herself thinking. Or is that a legacy of this generation of indulged children?”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Free Falling

“You can’t fall if you don’t climb.  —Anonymous”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Free Falling

“I have much still from the réveillon,” she said, indicating the miniature, yellow cookies. “You are familiar, yes?” “The réveillon. That’s the thirteen desserts, right? The ones everyone eats on Christmas Eve?” “Exactement. Before the Mass. They symbolize Christ and his apostles. It is a Provençal tradition.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder à la Carte

“you crazy or to break Darla’s heart. I’m doing”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“The point of no return. The crossed over line.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“little cottage in a far-flung spot on the coast of Ireland is an international incident that leaves the family stranded and dependent on themselves for their survival. Facing starvation,”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, The Irish End Game #1-3

“Maggie pulled out the card with Roger Bentley’s name and number on it and reflected on the phone call her father had received from Bentley four days earlier.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“If I’m going to lose, I’m going to lose big.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Déjà Dead

“Marie”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in Provence

“was unrecognizable. “Mademoiselle?” Maggie tore her eyes from the amorphous, feature-less face, cheeks bloated beyond anyone’s ability to discern identity, only the drab brown hair looking remotely like Elise’s. She looked helplessly at the medical examiner. He gave a loud, annoyed sigh, covered the body with a practiced flick of his wrist and turned to the counter behind him, where he picked up a small dish and presented it to her. Nestled in the little”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“Maggie looked at the draped body on the stainless steel gurney.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“I’m not naturally a deceitful person but I fear I’ve developed a recent compulsion not to trust everyone.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Déjà Dead

“People,” Grace said, smiling at the hovering waiter―one large dish in each of his hands. “Aren’t we the strangest amalgamation of motives and misspent dreams?”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder à la Carte

“except for those situations where beautiful blonde social media specialists were sleeping with my husband, my gut feelings are pretty reliable.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Déjà Dead

“The brick wall in front of Mia appeared to be moving on its own accord. She let out a long breath and felt her horse tense beneath her. Wasn’t deep breathing supposed to make her mount more relaxed?”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Relentless

“Yves isn’t as clean as he appears looks in this murder case.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in Provence

“Grace Van Sant was Maggie’s best friend. For several years, she had lived not far from St-Buvard but the past year had been a rocky one for her and she hadn’t handled it well. Now Grace was home in the States trying to put her life back together. She and Maggie were still in contact, but barely”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the Abbey

“despicable”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the Bistro

“Would he still be in Cannes? Would he be happy to see her again? Would”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“Recipe for Laurent’s Chocolate Soufflé There’s nothing overblown about Laurent’s chocolate soufflé. A favorite with the kids and his hip pocket go-to for any dinner party, this recipe is easy to make and always elegant to serve. And the taste? Trust me, Laurent would never let you down with this standard classic. You’ll need: 57 g (2 oz or 4 TB) butter 31¼ g (1.1 oz 4TB) all-purpose flour 360 g (12 fl oz or 1.5 cup) milk 85 g (3 oz) unsweetened baking chocolate 133 g (4.7 oz or 2/3 cup) sugar 4 TB (2 fl oz) hot water 6 eggs, separated 1 tsp (.17 fl oz) vanilla Preheat the oven to 325° F (163° C) 1. Melt the butter, add the flour and then, while stirring constantly, gradually add the milk. Cook until boiling then turn heat off. 2. In a separate pot, melt the chocolate, then add sugar and the 4 TB of hot water and stir until smooth. Combine mixtures, add well-beaten egg yolks and let cool. 3. Stir in vanilla and fold in beaten egg whites. Pour mixture into soufflé dish or small ramekins. 4. Bake for 40 minutes. Serve with whipped cream.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder à la Mode

“You can’t fall apart when a child needs you to read to him or play Old Maid with him. That’s just a rule of life.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Déjà Dead

“point in waiting any longer. She took a breath and nodded at the medical examiner, who pulled back the cover to reveal the upper portion of the body. Maggie gagged at the stench and covered her mouth and nose with both hands. She had been warned that after four days in the water there would be little to see in the way of identifiable features. Even so, Maggie realized she”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“Children are not the glue. They are the cracks that force one to search for glue.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder In Aix

“of crystal and china. It was set for five, although Elspeth”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in the South of France

“Lanie sipped her glass of red wine. The majestic Hotel Negresco filled the view from her small balcony at the Soho Hotel that faced the busy Promenade des Anglais. She noticed the familiar silhouette of the Negresco even before taking in the curve of the brilliantly blue Mediterranean as it outlined the dramatic stretch of umbrella-dotted beach. To be sure, she thought, the view must be every bit as remarkable from the Negresco—that grand dame of luxury and British superiority. But, as she’d asked Bob last spring when they’d booked the tour: would you rather stay in a landmark or gaze upon it? ”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Murder in Nice

“either side of her cheeks. He’d made a pot of coffee”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Relentless

“Not good.”
― Susan Kiernan-Lewis, Relentless