Suzanne M. Trauth > Quotes

“Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually came down with “something” once a week.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“His face registered the five stages of unlawful investigation: disbelief, skepticism, impatience, irritation, and astonishment.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“My heart melted, almost erasing the image of him kissing the brunette in Creston. I forced my attention away from his laser-like eyes…”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“I hear the police did a biopsy.”
“You mean autopsy,” I said.
“Whatever.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“Walter looked like he could chew nails and still come back for a helping of chain link fence. “Why can’t Romeo and Juliet meet in a garden like in Downton Abbey?” Romeo asked. “I mean who meets on a balcony? How real is that?”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on Sundays and the only culinary activity afoot was a baking class on steroids.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“As I turned into my driveway, it occurred to me that I would have loved to curl up with a good man instead of a good book tonight. But that ship had sailed for me. Literally.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“I stared at Penny. “Antonio and I had a few conversations, eye-to-eye,” she said.
“You mean…heart-to-heart?” I asked.
“Whatever.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“A heavy object connected with the back of my head and a burst of colors detonated in my brain. I saw stars. And then black. I crumpled to the ground, my last thought being: there were two of them.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“It’s not always true that all the world’s a stage. Sometimes it’s a boxing ring. Right now I had a ringside seat at the Windjammer restaurant in Etonville, New Jersey.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“There’s life time and then there’s theater time. On time in the theater means fifteen minutes early.
Oh. So they’re all early in life time but just on time in theater time. Got it.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“My blood ran cold. Twenty yards away a hooded figure was crouching behind the oak tree, flashing a pinpoint light into the office where Walter and Lola did business.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“I hurried to the staircase that led from the lip of the stage to the front of the house and had one foot on the first step when I heard it again: sharp intakes of breath, as though someone were crying. I spun around. “Who’s there?”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Never mind sipping mulled wine from a paper cup, I wanted to dunk my entire head in the punch bowl.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running out of Time

“On the center island the remaining pans of Swamp Yankee Applesauce Cake batter were lined up like victims about to face a firing squad.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Was I wrong? Was I imagining a problem where there wasn’t one? Of course my great aunt Maureen always said even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“When my high school boyfriend dumped me for my best friend two weeks before the prom, my great aunt Maureen said: Dorothy dear, life is messy but love is messier. As usual she’d nailed it. Tonight I had to be content with the mystery novel and the hot-buttered rum. I’d leave the mess for tomorrow.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Bill’s eyes met mine, sending my heartbeat racing. It was either the SUV or his royal-blue orbs that absorbed my life force and took my breath away.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“I think maybe it was a gang member from New York who committed the murder,” she said. I loved this town, but sometimes it was just too wacky for words. “Well, that’s a theory.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“I had to order the supplies for the hot cider punch and—for those needing a touch of alcohol to make it through Walter’s reinvention of Our Town—the mulled wine.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly fibers. “With the wind chill, yeah.” Lola flipped the fur-lined hood of her high-end winter coat. “I ignore that wind chill stuff. It’s either freezing or it isn’t.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Instinctively, I shoved my arm into the void in front of my face and backed up. I heard heavy breathing, a soft grunt, and then I was roughly thrown aside. As the footsteps retreated, I tried to see who it was, but it was too dark.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Show Time

“I gritted my teeth. I hated being called Dot. Only my great aunt Maureen could get away with that. And she was gone now so there was no one left to torment me. Except Honey.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“I sighed. “Mercury must be in retrograde. Everybody’s touchy and having it out with someone. I’m trying to remain neutral. I feel like Switzerland.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“I was in my recliner bundled up in my terrycloth robe, a gift from my great aunt Maureen, that came with some sage advice: darling, after a warm body, a terrycloth robe is the next best thing to cuddle up with on a cold night.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“The turntable sounded like a good idea. One side for Act One, the other for Act Two. Passage of time. Life moving round and round…you know.” I’d been to rehearsal. It was more like life grinding to a halt every few seconds.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Come early and watch some of the game, that is if you can stand to see the home team soundly beaten.” Bill’s hypnotic blue eyes twinkled. I twinkled back”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“I inspected the crowd. Honey was snapchatting, the two cops were texting, and the Banger sisters had planted themselves at a table with a good view of the entire area, just in case someone else died. They didn’t want to miss a thing.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Time Out

“Despite the fact that I was warm inside my down jacket and scarf, I shivered. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood upright. My radar system giving me a warning: something wasn’t right.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running out of Time