Visions of Sugar Plums Quotes

“Everyone wants a Christmas tree. If you had a Christmas tree Santa would bring you stuff! Like hair curlers and slut shoes.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“I wasn’t sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“Cripes, I can’t keep up on this political correct shit. I don’t even know what to call myself. One minute I’m black. Then I’m African American. Then I’m a person of color. Who the hell makes these rules up, anyhow?”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“In my father’s scheme of things, there were Italians and then there was the rest of the world.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“So elves could be walking around in our midst, disguised as normal, everyday, vertically challenged citizens.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“was standing facing my car, and behind me, I could hear windows being thrown open in my apartment building. It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They’d just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“Trust him,” I said. Trust Superman, Spider-man, E.T., the Ghost of Christmas Present . . . whoever the hell.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums

“It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They’d just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.”
― Janet Evanovich, Visions of Sugar Plums