Cara

“Things accumulated in purses. Unless they were deliberately unloaded and all contents examined for utility occasionally, one could find oneself transporting around in one's daily life three lipstick cases with just a crumb of lipstick left, an old eyebrow pencil sharpener without a blade, pieces of defunct watch, odd earrings, handkerchiefs (three crumpled, one uncrumpled), two grubby powder puffs, bent hairpins, patterns of ribbon to be matched, a cigarette lighter without fuel (and two with fuel), a spark plug, some papers of Bex and a sprinkling of loose white aspirin, eleven train tickets (the return half of which had not been given up), four tram tickets, cinema and theatre stubs, seven pence three farthings in loose change and the mandatory throat lozenge stuck to the lining. At least, those had been the extra contents of Phyrne's bag the last time Dot had turned it out.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Murder in Montparnasse

“Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Dead Man's Chest

“One only has a few fragrant nights of spring. Store your memories for when you are old. You will enjoy them again under such a moon as this.”
― Kerry Greenwood, The Castlemaine Murders

“If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock