Barbara Ross > Quotes

“Try as often as you can to give tribute to your friends, to stay in contact, to be at their momentous occasions. Drive across the country and go into debt to go to their weddings, fly across the country and be with them when their parents pass away. You cannot make any new old friends.”
― Barbara Ross, Fogged Inn

“Pie solves most things.”
― Barbara Ross

“Winter isn't the season of death," she corrected gently. "It's the season of life, when the sheep grow their fleece and little lambs in their wombs.”
― Barbara Ross

“Though the lobsters were the alleged stars of a Maine clambake, my heart belonged to the clams, which tasted salty and delicious, like you were eating the sea itself.”
― Barbara Ross, Clammed Up

“You may think I’ve been alone in my life, but that hasn’t come from the town. That comes from me. It’s who I am. Your father was gregarious enough for two people—or for ten. I would hate for you to think I’ve been lonely. It just hasn’t been so.”
― Barbara Ross, Boiled Over

“the screen door, Morgan began barking from down in Bud’s yard. The black lab was so loud Bunnie had to shout through her sniffles. “Don’t let Reggie bother you, Julia. He’s trying to protect me. He wants me to be happy in my new life. To fit in.” She stared toward Bud’s yard in exasperation. “That damn dog.” “Bunnie, do yourself two favors. Tell the cops about your connection to Stevie before they find it. And then take a plate of”
― Barbara Ross, Boiled Over

“Mom turned in her seat to face me. "If you don't believe in redemption, in the ability of human beings to change and lead better lives, then I don't know what you can believe in.”
― Barbara Ross

“night of the murder on his own to set up his trick on Tony. If there”
― Barbara Ross, Clammed Up

“Muddled orange and rosemary, pine syrup, pine bitters, rye whiskey, and soda.”
― Barbara Ross, Muddled Through

“The paintings never made me think, but they always made me feel.”
― Barbara Ross, Fogged Inn

“After the pancake breakfast I was free for a while. Dan Small was overseeing the next event, the B&B Bed Races, where a dozen B&Bs attempted to beat each other in two-bed heats that pitted souped-up double beds-cum-go-carts against one another until a victor emerged. The only rule was the driver had to remain in the bed as it careened down the hill from the library to the dock. It sounded like a great way to get killed and when Bunnie had looked for a volunteer to run it, I'd sat on my hands until they lost all feeling.”
― Barbara Ross