Mastering the Art of French Murder Quotes

“Julia had a rule for managing husbands: feed them, flatter them, and, er, fornicate with them. (She usually used a different f-word when mentioning the last item of the Rule of the Three Fs.)”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Then I think that covers everything,” said Julia with a gusty sigh. “Just like an Agatha Christie novel—all the questions answered at the end, and the villain is caught, and everyone else is happy—”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Since then, Julia had become absorbed first with the taste and pleasure of eating French cuisine, then, more recently, the fascination of its history and the joy of preparing”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Although I carried lipstick and a comb in my purse, I also always had a Swiss Army knife in my pocket.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Cats seemed to be just as much an integral part of Paris as her food and lights.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“I’d read somewhere that Mrs. Christie had heard from a survivor of the Buchenwald concentration camp that a group of the inmates had put on their own version of her play during the war as a way to sustain themselves during that horrific time. That just went to show how important and instrumental mystery fiction could be.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“and Merveille sat there sipping his wine as if we were talking about the weather, not murder and conspiracy.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“I’m not worried about the inspecteur,” said Mark in a dismissive voice. “That frog doesn’t know his head from his arse as far as I’m concerned.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“It was Rebecca Hayes standing there, speaking with Thad and Mark. My student’s mother, and the wife of the man I’d seen here at the theater with—I thought—another woman. To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“That of course we know someone who speaks Russian. We know everyone.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Please don’t get involved. Let the cops do their job. I would hate for anything to happen to you. After what happened today, with your bike accident”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“I had moved past believing it was a coincidence that La Sol matchbooks kept showing up in this investigation”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“supposed it could have been because he was French and his countrymen in general were not the least bit prudish or reticent when it came to the topic of sex.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“But my little internal sprite had taken charge, and I couldn’t help but feel for Mrs. Hayes, being left alone at home in a foreign city where she clearly wasn’t completely comfortable while her husband gallivanted about with another woman.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“There was a strong, vocal movement against Coca-Cola bottling plants being built in the country, and the term “coca-colonization” had been coined to describe this supposed insidiousness of the beverage company and its attempt to overtake French beverages in market share. Even vintners saw the soda pop as a direct competitor to their wines and brandies.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“European nations—many of which, including France herself, had strong Communist movements—to see that capitalism was a freer, far better option than the Communistic society promoted by Russia.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“Oncle Rafe, whose family was the celebrated Fautrier vintners, had told me about the German weinführers who’d commanded the soldiers who broke into private cellars, restaurants, and storerooms to steal some of France’s most prized possessions: her wines.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“The French were, I decided as I waited for the steady stream of cars to slow so I could step onto the cobblestone street, a strange mixture of formality and bonhomie, restrictiveness and flamboyance, and rudeness and charm. But I adored the French with all of their quirks, and I had come to love their City of Light.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling hot instead of chilled. Why was I so nervous? I hadn’t done anything wrong.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“During the war, Parisians had bemoaned first the indignity of the German Occupation, then the untenable, bone-biting cold, and then the lack of food as their worst complaints”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“As Julia told it, the very first meal she’d eaten here in France had been like a switch that flipped inside her, or a light bulb suddenly illuminating. She’d never enjoyed food so much in her entire life.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder

“If I could fix an airplane engine, I could roast a chicken. It couldn't be that difficult, could it?

Yes. Yes, it could.”
― Colleen Cambridge, Mastering the Art of French Murder