Homey Quotes

“Naturally, Wendell's apartments are absurdly comfortable, and somehow there is the atmosphere of a forest about them, though I know this makes little sense. The ceilings are very high, rather like the canopy of an ancient grove--- I suspect he has enchanted them somehow--- and always there is the sound of rustling leaves, though this abruptly ceases if you listen too closely. I would have expected a lot of luxurious frippery from faerie royalty, but his furnishings are simple--- a scattering of sofas, impossible soft; a huge oak table; three magnificent inglenook fireplaces; and a great deal of empty floor through which an impossible little breeze is always stirring, smelling of moss. For decoration there is the mirror from Hrafnsvik with the forest reflected inside it and a few silver baubles, sculptures and vases and the like, which catch the light in unexpected ways, but that's it. And, of course, the place is so clean one feels one may sully it by breathing too hard.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The Glubs’ house had always looked as if a giant had picked it up and given it a good shake. And it was styled like a sweater your grandmother made: having too much in the sleeve, and too much about the waist, but providing more warmth than any other of your own.”
― Nicholas Gannon, The Doldrums

“A fleet of restored vintage trolleys ran from the West Village to Downtown. They had adorable names like Rosie, Betty, Petunia, and the Green Dragon. They dinged cheerfully down the green median of a cobblestone path. Griffin took a few shots of Megan and Josh in front of the Green Dragon before we all climbed aboard.
As we looped around the neighborhood, I looked out the window and felt the breeze on my face. The West Village was a great cross section of urban Dallas life. Yuppies, families, and empty nesters commingled on the streets. Most days a breeze blew down the corridor, making it bearable, even enjoyable, to sit outside the cafés year-round. A dog-friendly café with an adjoining dog park was down the block, and a parade of pups dripped down the street, tails wagging, sopping wet from doggie pools. A couple on roller skates did tricks for pedestrians before they skated away, hand in hand. It felt vibrant and magical. Homey.”
― Mary Hollis Huddleston, Without a Hitch

“There's the library," Mac said of a small, beige clapboard building near the high school. It looked like someone's grandmother's house, that it might smell like sugar cookies and Rose Milk lotion inside.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“Here's to making fictional messes so we can keep our readers guessing and real kitchens smelling delicious.”
― Lori Cleary, Pawsitively Deadly: A Katy Kent Mystery Book 1