Quotes from Kerry Greenwood

moments of perfect peace are rare and to be relished. We sat and savoured. The purring of the cat, th

A horsehair sofa of uncompromising firmness sat next to two straight-backed, hard-seated chairs.

Get involved with humanity and you find yourself morally compromised,' he said, unencouragingly.

And enthusiasm should not be quashed,' Daniel told me, returning the kiss with compound interest.

The last bastion of conservatism,' she commented, 'is food.

Trombone players have a terrible thirst,' he explained. 'You could blow out your soul in a trombone.

At that moment there came a fast, unrepeatable grass-green flash before the gold and rose of sunrise coloured the sky. Phryne blew the sun a kiss, and returned to her cabin.

When you see a rich man's wife shaking her head over the thriftlessness of the poor because they do not save, pity the lady's ignorance; but do not irritate the poor by repeating her nonsense to them. —George Bernard Shaw The Intelligent Woman's Guide to Socialism and Capitalism

I have a theory that all kitchens, if sufficiently occupied and loved, grow their own appliances.

The hands move of their own volition while the ears are ravished

He was a freak, as you said. Someone did him a favour, killing him.

The sermon passed into the general confession, and Phryne admitted with perfect frankness that she had done those things which she ought not to have done and left undone those things which she ought to have done.

He looked like a kobold who had just been told that he was mythical.

just want one grown-up in parliament, just one. Or maybe two. I wouldn't want the only one to die of loneliness. One person who will not take a party line of safe in-between wishy-washiness, who will say, this is evil, this is wrong, not only that, this is silly, I won't support it .

But he would only spend it on drink! You know what the working classes are!' 'Indeed, ma'am, and why should he not spend it on drink? Would you deprive the poor, whose lives are bad and miserable and comfortless enough, of the solace of a little relief from grinding poverty?

Phryne watched as a male chest was bared by skilled hands, to be mouthed and kissed by… Another man.

There's a nasty story…' Dot began. 'Do tell,' encouraged Phryne.

Phryne spent a blameless evening reading The Winter's Tale with Ruth, who was still convinced that Shakespeare could bear translation. 'Why does he take so long to say anything?' 'The Elizabethan stage had no scenes and only hand-props. His actors had to create the scene, as well as the action. Look how cleverly he has leafed the innocent conversation of the Queen and Polixenes with the King's own jealous thoughts. It works very well onstage, I promise. We

Both of them were as athletic and as sleek as otters.

Lie still,' she urged. 'You are hurt. Someone shot you, and damn near shot me, too. Who was it?' The head shook, the lips moved. He was clad in a workman's collarless blue shirt, and what had been a respectable grey serge suit before he had taken to dying in it.

Is everyone called by their first name?' 'Yes. Have you ever thought that by losing your own name in marriage you lose a good portion of your identity? That to become Mrs. George Smith is to be entirely obliterated except as an adjunct to, or relict of, Mr. George Smith? The one name left is the one you were christened with.

Some ignorance is invincible.

He hath filled the hungry with good things and the rich he hath sent empty away.

If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, "Wake up and write the book!