Quotes from Kerry Greenwood

I'm concealing a lot of things. That's what a lady does.

There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.

Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.

Had she been at all used to blushing, she would have blushed, but she wasn't, so she didn't.

Ice cream was reliable. Young men were not.

I have a theory that kitchens, once they reach a certain level of complexity, attract new gadgets into their orbit, like planets. Only this can account for the fact that I own two melon ballers.

If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave.

He'd pull a door off its hinges rather than work out how to turn a key.

with all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.

A young man in one's hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.

Her heart was beating appreciably faster, and she took more rapid breaths, but she was enjoying herself. Adventuresses are born, not made.

I believe in absolutely nothing except yeast and the inevitability of politicians.

the first Goddess, Gaia, who was the earth, wide hipped, big bellied, the womb of the human race, the nurturing breast of all humans, the opulent and voracious beginning of all things female.

Money can't buy happiness but it can vastly improve the quality of your misery.

I can't afford to spend days in self loathing as everyone expects fat women to do. Self loathing eats your life.

No cook can ignore the opinion of a man who asks for three helpings. One is politeness, two is hunger, but three is a true and cherished compliment.

My own view is that everyone works too hard and too long and they ought to get out more. There isn't time in their improverished lives to do anything creative, or even to just sit and stare, one of my favourite occupations. And how the wired-in young—never without their music, never out of touch because of mobile phones, constantly sharing everything, even pictures—are going to cope if they ever encounter solitude and silence is another thing.

She was sensible of the fact that while there were two sets of masculine arms to fall into, and one of them her current pet, Phryne had fallen into Dot's.

And they need not cause you grief. As my Highland grandmother said—and she had the Sight—"Tis not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living!" And she was a wise woman. The dead are beyond your help or mine, poor things. But the living need us. Thirty souls at the least, Phryne, are still on that island to praise God who might now be angels—or devils.

First, a bath. I'm feeling soiled. Too much contact with cold reality, I think.

The world is too harsh a place to contemplate directly, without a cushion of fancy and belief.

Phryne was feeling most displeased with a species to which, she reminded herself, she belonged.

Now we will all die. What a pity. I haven't done half the wicked things I wanted to do, and the ones I have done I haven't done anything like enough.

She wondered, briefly, if she was beautiful, decided she was and blew a kiss to her reflection