Death at Victoria Dock Quotes

“If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“She wondered, briefly, if she was beautiful, decided she was and blew a kiss to her reflection”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“First, a bath. I'm feeling soiled. Too much contact with cold reality, I think.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“Miss? Miss Phryne? Are you all right?’ ‘Come in, Dot. I’m fine. Some son of unmarried parents just tried to kidnap me.’ ‘What did you do with the body, Miss?”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“If you repose your trust in anything, Mr. Collins, you can rely on her. She may whisk you in the night as on a broom and frighten the wits out of you, but what she swears to do, she will do. And she is very fond of her maid.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“Bert was short and stout. Cec was tall and lanky. Between them, there was nothing that they could not reach.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“nothing like a few days of people telling you that you are mad and deluded when you know that you are telling the truth to turn the brain.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“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”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“The face a smooth oval, unlined, serene, but a soft full mouth, tucked firmly in at the corners as though her sense of the ridiculous had survived years of relentless theology. Charming.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“His wife, she was told by a chatty guidebook, had been born in Paris, and had taken Directoire ideas and married them to Old British Empire with verandahs. It was built of red brick with cornices and gargoyles and was so very, very vulgar that it was magnificent. Its total disregard of all canons of taste was dramatic and oddly endearing.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“What an unprepossessing thing, she thought, to see the up-jumped social-climbing middle class in terror of its position.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

“Bert swore, trousered his gun, and found a stub of pencil which he licked, then used to write down the car’s number on his far-from-white cuff.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“Her reason might have collapsed by now, of course, nothing like a few days of people telling you that you are mad and deluded when you know that you are telling the truth to turn the brain.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock

“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.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock