Quotes from Kate Carlisle

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?

If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I'd have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do.

Well, that was embarrassing. There was nothing wrong with talking to the voices in my head--unless everyone else was listening in.

He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content. —Paul Valéry

I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders.

She wore leopard-skin leggings, a tight black turtleneck sweater and sparkly red heels. I don't make this stuff up.

An artist can try and pretend he is not following rules, but let's remember that nature itself provides rules. Gravity for instance.

Many of the world's problems would be solved if people would just shut up and pass the cupcakes.

I'm sorry, darling, but it's the only face I've got.

I believe in books," her friend whispered. "We have to save them all.

Derek," I said after a moment, "have you ever noticed that women can be really stupid?" He put his arm around my shoulders. "And yet, they're generally smarter than men." "That's a sad, sad statement.

I needed another sibling the way I needed a sixth toe. Or a twelfth toe. You know, an extra one on each foot. Never mind.

Never waste, never worry

He pressed his forehead against mine, stared soulfully into my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back and was about to drag him inside my room, when his smile turned to a grin and he chuckled. Then he guffawed, and seconds later he was leaning against the wall, holding his stomach, laughing and begging for mercy. So much for the famous unruffled calm of the British secret agent.

from nine until three o'clock. I'd done it the past four years in a row and it was always fun. The kids were attentive and asked lots of great questions, and it always felt especially good to have some of the girls sign up for a summer job on my crew. I just wished I were feeling a little more energetic. I'd

Either that," she continued as if I hadn't said a word, "or we take advantage of the two-for-one irrigation special at the green spa. My treat!" She turned to Derek and confided, "I always say, an impacted colon is one bummed-out pooper shooter." Then she turned back to me. "Whaddaya say, hmm?