Homicide in Hardcover Quotes

“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.   —Paul Valéry”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“She wore leopard-skin leggings, a tight black turtleneck sweater and sparkly red heels. I don't make this stuff up.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“I needed another sibling the way I needed a sixth toe. Or a twelfth toe. You know, an extra one on each foot. Never mind.”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

“She came across as charming and efficient, but problems erupted as soon as she started. Two of my best people threatened to quit, so I took her off the project.” I could barely watch as she laughed and yakked like an intimate friend of both Ian’s and Baldacchio’s. On tonight of all nights, the opening of Abraham’s exhibition. I had to wonder, was she here because of me? Everyone in the business knew he’d been my teacher and mentor. Was I completely paranoid? I would’ve loved to pursue the topic of Minka’s shortcomings and find out how in the world she’d finagled a job at the Covington in the first place, but Abraham’s friend Doris interrupted us just then, grabbing Abraham’s arm and giving it a vigorous shake. “Now, what were you yelling about, old man?” she said. I almost snorted. “Doris Bondurant,” Abraham said formally, “I’d like to introduce my former assistant and now my greatest competition, Brooklyn Wainwright. Brooklyn, this is my old friend Doris Bondurant.” “Watch who you’re calling old, buster,” she said, and elbowed Abraham in”
― Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover