Mary Corso

“a man in whom violence boiled below the surface in much the same way that fresh-poured polenta waited for the chance to burn the mouth of anyone who tried to eat it.”
― Donna Leon, A Venetian Reckoning

“Members of one family of the fruit fly are called peacocks because they strut on the fruit.”
― J.D. Robb, Three in Death

“Faith knew the Somerset Club in Boston, though she had never been inside the massive stone mansion at 42 Beacon Street that suggested a fortress more than the convivial social club, founded in 1851 or even earlier according to some accounts. Asking about membership was a guarantee of exclusion. It was the snootiest and perhaps the wealthiest of Boston’s formerly all-male social clubs. The story most often told about the Somerset was an accurate one: when a fire broke out in the 1940s, the firemen were made to use the servants’ entrance.”
― Katherine Hall Page, The Body in the Casket

“Men. Who needs them when you can have dogs?”
― Laurien Berenson, Once Bitten