A Bone to Pick Quotes

“No one would ever like him; he would never be accused of being unfair.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“.. what she had was hers absolutely, not to be touched by other hands without proper permission being asked and granted.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“I have no idea. You know what’s really scary?” “What?” “No one will tell you.” “Like who?” “Anyone. It’s the damnedest thing. I really want to know what I’m up against. So I ask my best friend, she’s had two. She says, ‘Oh, when you see what you get it’s worth it.’ That’s no answer, right? So I ask someone else who didn’t use any anesthesia. She says, ‘Oh, you’ll forget all about it when you see the baby.’ That’s not an answer either. And my mom was knocked out, old-style, when she had me. So she can’t tell me, and she probably wouldn’t. It’s some kind of mom conspiracy.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Somewhere, somewhere in this house, lurked a problem. For some reason, Jane’s legacy wasn’t entirely benevolent.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“if there is one thing ministers are good at projecting, it is sincerity.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“No one will tell you.” “Like who?” “Anyone. It’s the damnedest thing. I really want to know what I’m up against.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“I owed her big-time. Jane had left me the house and the money and the skull. I”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Are you hurt?” asked Sergeant Burns, with reluctant professional solicitude.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“When we came back to the sun deck, the party talk had swung around to the bones found at the end of the street. Carey was saying the police had been to ask her if there was anything she remembered that might help to identify the bones as her husband’s. “I told them,” she was saying, “that that rascal had run off and left me, not been killed. For weeks after he didn’t come back, I thought he might walk back through that door with those diapers. You know,” she told Aubrey parenthetically, “he left to get diapers for the baby and never came back.” Aubrey nodded, perhaps to indicate understanding or perhaps because he’d already heard this bit of Lawrenceton folklore.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Aubrey looked a little—what? I couldn’t identify it.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“I’m so sorry we were late,” she was apologizing in her Lauren Bacall gracious woman mode, the one that always made people accept her apology. “John wasn’t sure until the last minute whether he felt like coming or not. But I did so want to meet Aurora’s new neighbors, and it was so kind of you to invite us…”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“When’s your next doctor’s appointment?” “In your last month, you go every week,” Lynn said knowledgeably. “I’m due to go back in tomorrow. Maybe he’ll tell me something.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Hey, neighbor,” exclaimed the vision. It was Carey Osland in her working getup. I could see why she preferred loafers and housedresses. She looked marvelous, almost edible, but definitely not comfortable. “I’m glad to see you,” Carey was saying warmly while I was decoding her identity.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Would that detective be Arthur Smith?” Mother asked. I heard the permafrost under her words.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“A peremptory knock on the front door made me jump.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“A vagrant thought crossed my mind.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“My God, child, you look like something the cat dragged in!” Eileen bellowed. She was a suspiciously dark-haired woman about forty-five, with expensive clothes from the very best big women’s store. Her makeup was heavy but well done, her perfume was intrusive but attractive, and she was one of the most overwhelming women I’d ever met. Eileen was something of a town character in Lawrenceton, and she could talk you into buying a house quicker then you could take an aspirin.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“She had almost certainly poisoned her perfidious former lover, a clerk, so she could marry into her own respectable upper-middle-class milieu without the clerk’s revealing their physical intimacy.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Incontrovertible truth.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“No thanks,” I said, giving a sigh of repletion. “That was so good.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“He had thinning brown hair, broad shoulders, sharp blue eyes, and a suggestion of a gut.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Aubrey was in mufti, which definitely helped me to relax. He was disconcertingly attractive in his jeans and shirt; I had some definitely secular thoughts.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Now! I told myself briskly, to ward off the melancholy, as I dumped my cup and wrapper in the trash bin and left the restaurant. Now to work, then home, then out on a real date, and tomorrow get out early in the morning to find those boxes! I should have remembered that my plans seldom work out.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“We’d walked over to my car while Torrance talked, and I’d pulled out my keys. Now I stopped with my fingers on the car door handle. “Dug up the backyard?” I echoed incredulously. Come to think of it, that wasn’t so surprising. I thought about it for a moment. Okay, something that could be kept in a hole in the ground as well as hidden in a house.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“I listened idly to the voices of the couple working in the back bedroom. You would have thought that since they lived together twenty-four hours a day they would’ve said all they could think of to say, but I could hear one offer the other a comment every now and then. This calm, intermittent dialogue seemed companionable, and I went into kind of a trance sitting on the end of that bed.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“I listened idly to the voices of the couple working in the back bedroom.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“Nothing had been poured out of its container or wantonly vandalized, but the contents had been moved as though the cabinet itself were the object of the search, not possible loot that could be taken away.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“He was being mighty chary with my money. Now that I was so rich, I could fling open the windows and doors and set the thermostat on forty, if I wanted to do something so foolish and wasteful.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“No, of course I don’t mind paying the electric bill. Do Parnell and Leah have a key?” “No, Jane was firm about that. Parnell came to me and offered to go through and get Jane’s clothes and things packed away, but of course I told him no.” “Oh?” “They’re yours,” he said simply. “Everything”—and he gave that some emphasis, or was it only my imagination—“everything in this house is yours. Parnell and Leah know about their five thousand, and Jane herself handed him the keys to her car two days before she died and let him take it from this carport, but, other than that, whatever is in this house”—and suddenly I was alert and very nearly scared—“is yours to deal with however you see fit.” My eyes narrowed with concentration. What was he saying that he wasn’t really saying?”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick

“He handed me the keys. My hand closed over them. It felt like a formal investiture.”
― Charlaine Harris, A Bone to Pick