Quotes About McCall

Coolidge declared later that no one knew that McCall had told him to run and "some supposed I would run against him." But Coolidge was not of that stripe.

As a writer, I have readers who will have a range of political views. I don't think they look to me for political guidance.

My Botswana books are positive, and I've never really sought to deny that. They are positive. They present a very positive picture of the country. And I think that that is perfectly defensible given that there is so much written about Africa which is entirely negative.

That of all people, it should be him; that took her aback. That the heart should settle on somebody like him; that surprised her. But she was so certain about it, so certain.

Wherever I go in the world, people all know about Scotland Street and are always asking me about what's going to happen to the characters next.

Do you think your dog might have been drunk when he bit these people, Mr Lordie?

and Mma Potokwane remained uncertain whether Mma Ramotswe was testate or intestate.

Fiction is able to encompass books that are bleak and which dwell on the manifold and terrible problems of our times. But I don't think that all books need to have that particular focus.

I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall.

I've certainly always had a very high regard for Botswana and so I paint a very good picture of the country and I've never pretended to be painting an entirely realistic picture.

My Botswana books are positive, and I've never really sought to deny that. They are positive. They present a very positive picture of the country. And I think that that is perfectly defensible given that there is so much written about Africa which is entirely negative.

sighed. "Bring her around sometime." She padded lithely over to me and took my wrist and looked at my watch. Her breathing had slowed. Her leotard was sweat-dark and fitted her almost as closely as her healthy hide. She beamed down at me. "I knew you'd be nice about it, Trav. She'll be here in twenty minutes." I stared up at her. "You are a con artist, McCall.

An idea? An idea won't get you nothing but another idea. You need money, cash, to make anything happen in this doggone world.