Running Out of Time Quotes

“Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually came down with “something” once a week.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“I hurried to the staircase that led from the lip of the stage to the front of the house and had one foot on the first step when I heard it again: sharp intakes of breath, as though someone were crying. I spun around. “Who’s there?”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“I had to order the supplies for the hot cider punch and—for those needing a touch of alcohol to make it through Walter’s reinvention of Our Town—the mulled wine.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“When my high school boyfriend dumped me for my best friend two weeks before the prom, my great aunt Maureen said: Dorothy dear, life is messy but love is messier. As usual she’d nailed it. Tonight I had to be content with the mystery novel and the hot-buttered rum. I’d leave the mess for tomorrow.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Despite the fact that I was warm inside my down jacket and scarf, I shivered. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood upright. My radar system giving me a warning: something wasn’t right.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“On the center island the remaining pans of Swamp Yankee Applesauce Cake batter were lined up like victims about to face a firing squad.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“The turntable sounded like a good idea. One side for Act One, the other for Act Two. Passage of time. Life moving round and round…you know.” I’d been to rehearsal. It was more like life grinding to a halt every few seconds.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly fibers. “With the wind chill, yeah.” Lola flipped the fur-lined hood of her high-end winter coat. “I ignore that wind chill stuff. It’s either freezing or it isn’t.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on Sundays and the only culinary activity afoot was a baking class on steroids.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“They drove off, but not before the man twisted in his seat and pressed his face against the window, still gazing intently at Sally.”
― Suzanne Trauth, Running Out of Time

“Never mind sipping mulled wine from a paper cup, I wanted to dunk my entire head in the punch bowl.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running out of Time

“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.”
― Suzanne M. Trauth, Running out of Time