Donna Andrews > Quotes

“But what about your own?” he asked. “Assuming, of course, you’re interested in having one?”

“I’m not. If I ever get married, I shall elope. That has now become my prime requirement in a husband. Willingness to elope.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder with Peacocks

“Reading mysteries: the recreation of intelligent minds.”
― Donna Andrews

“Clowns, hoboes, gypsies, and furry animals of all kinds scattered madly and dived for cover. No doubt they thought I'd finally lost it and was planning to lob more grenades.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder with Peacocks

“When in doubt, ask a librarian.”
― Donna Andrews, Birder, She Wrote

“If you're not entirely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, it seems to me that the last thing you'd want to do is to set in motion a very lengthy, time-consuming, expensive, and highly public process designed to lead inexorably to just that.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder with Peacocks

“For me, the start of a party only means a change from the tangible, boring, but satisfactory work of cooking, cleaning, and decorating to the unpredictable and far more difficult task of keeping several hundred neighbors and family members from injuring each other or driving me crazy before the end of the evening.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder with Peacocks

“Creative interpretation of reality resulting from wishful thinking,”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“I don’t see why we can’t have more outdoor homicides,” Dr. Smoot said.”
― Donna Andrews, Six Geese A-Slaying

“hate letting silly things like reality interfere with our pet notions,”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“Fascinating the way even the most mechanically inept males feel obliged to involve themselves with any malfunctioning machine in their immediate vicinity. And usually, at least in Dad’s case, making things worse.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“And so here she was, working with a friend she could never see, trying to rescue someone she'd never met from an enemy that a few days ago she would not believed had existed.”
― Donna Andrews, You’ve Got Murder

“anachronisms.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“Your grandfather should not be allowed on social media,” Caroline went on. “He just did a quick and dirty post asking if anyone wanted to go owling with him, and never noticed that autocorrect changed ‘owling’ to ‘bowling.’ And before I noticed it and posted a correction, several dozen people signed up.” “Good grief,” I muttered. “And once I corrected it, we started hearing from any number of people saying how deeply disappointed they were about our canceling the bowling—as if you could cancel something that wasn’t even scheduled in the first place. So he told me to go ahead and organize some kind of bowling event. Open to anyone in the Brigade, no cost, but donation to one of the Blake Foundation’s environmental projects suggested. Brigade members love events like that. We’re sure to get way more donations than it costs to rent a few bowling lanes. Now I just need to figure out how to deal with his other typo, which won’t be quite as easy.” “Why?” I asked. “What was the other typo?” “He intended to say that we’d wrap up the event by singing around a campfire,” Caroline said. “I have no idea why autocorrect changed ‘campfire’ to ‘vampire.’ Or why anyone would suppose he’d be planning to serenade one. Am I really expected to provide a vampire on top of the bowling?”
― Donna Andrews, Dashing Through the Snowbirds

“That’s what I like about you,” Michael remarked. “Your finely honed sense of deviousness.”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Puffins

“lugubrious”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“Your failure to crate the small evil one does not give Ralph Doleson the right to drop kick him across the yard.”
― Donna Andrews, Six Geese A-Slaying

“on the bedside table in her room that”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks

“You're a natural at this kind of disorganized, illogical project.”
― Donna Andrews, You’ve Got Murder

“Aren’t there male protagonists who race into danger? And I bet you’d call them brave for doing exactly the same thing that a woman gets labeled ‘Too Stupid To Live’.”
― Donna Andrews

“First in line was the Hanukkah table, all a-glitter with blue and silver tinsel and featuring a huge antique Art Deco menorah in sterling silver. There were platters of smoked salmon, trays of rugelach, babkas, and sufganiyot, and on small nearby steam tables, dishes of brisket and of latkes. The main table also held a large collection of side dishes or trimmings - cream cheese, applesauce, onions, pickles, horseradish, tomatoes, capers, and such - and was strewn with Hanukkah gelt and chocolate-marshmallow dreidels on pretzel sticks.”
― Donna Andrews, Owl Be Home for Christmas

“Mother’s”
― Donna Andrews, The Gift of the Magpie

“Red and gold tinsel festooned the circular stairway leading up to the second level of shelves, where the tinsel-wrapped railings seemed barely adequate to hold back a small jungle of poinsettias, live spruces, and Norfolk pines.”
― Donna Andrews, Duck the Halls

“youth”
― Donna Andrews, Round Up the Usual Peacocks

“I didn’t think The Book of Occasional Services included anything like a Ceremony of Discreet Gloating,”
― Donna Andrews, Lark! The Herald Angels Sing

“A hunch is a deduction your subconscious has made from evidence you don't yet know you have.”
― Donna Andrews, The Good, the Bad, and the Emus

“Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.”
― Donna Andrews, Owls Well That Ends Well

“They looked like walking L. L. Bean catalogs”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Puffins

“What was it Sherlock Holmes said about theories?” “‘It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data,’” I rattled off. And as I continued, Dad chimed in so we were reciting in unison. “‘Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.’” Sherlockian”
― Donna Andrews, Die Like an Eagle

“You don’t suppose they’re really expecting figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer,” I muttered. “I thought your history professor friend said that historically accurate wassail would be mulled beer.” “I’ll put on the coffee,” Michael said, heading downstairs. “I rather think that would be the suitable Southern Baptist equivalent.”
― Donna Andrews, Six Geese A-Slaying

“up. “There’s”
― Donna Andrews, Murder With Peacocks