“I'm concealing a lot of things. That's what a lady does.”
―
Kerry Greenwood,
Queen of the Flowers
“There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Queen of the Flowers
“Had she been at all used to blushing, she would have blushed, but she wasn't, so she didn't.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Dead Man's Chest
“Ice cream was reliable. Young men were not.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder in the Dark
“I have a theory that kitchens, once they reach a certain level of complexity, attract new gadgets into their orbit, like planets. Only this can account for the fact that I own two melon ballers.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“A young man in one’s hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“... with all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Flying Too High
“If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock
“He'd pull a door off its hinges rather than work out how to turn a key.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“Come to the jacaranda tree at seven o'clock and you will hear something to your advantage. Destroy this note.'No signature, no clue to the identity. Just what sort of heroine do you think I am? Phryne asked the air. Only a Gothic novel protagonist would receive that and say, 'Goodness, let me just slip into a low-cut white nightie and put on the highest heeled shoes I can find,' and, pausing only to burn the note, slip out of the hotel by a back exit and go forth to meet her doom in the den of the monster - to be rescued in the nick of time by the strong-jawed hero (he of the Byronic profile and the muscles rippling beneath the torn shirt). 'Oh, my dear,' Phryne spoke aloud as if to the letter-writer. 'You don't know a lot about me, do you?” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket
“Her heart was beating appreciably faster, and she took more rapid breaths, but she was enjoying herself. Adventuresses are born, not made.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“No cook can ignore the opinion of a man who asks for three helpings. One is politeness, two is hunger, but three is a true and cherished compliment.” ― Kerry Greenwood, The Green Mill Murder
“Things accumulated in purses. Unless they were deliberately unloaded and all contents examined for utility occasionally, one could find oneself transporting around in one's daily life three lipstick cases with just a crumb of lipstick left, an old eyebrow pencil sharpener without a blade, pieces of defunct watch, odd earrings, handkerchiefs (three crumpled, one uncrumpled), two grubby powder puffs, bent hairpins, patterns of ribbon to be matched, a cigarette lighter without fuel (and two with fuel), a spark plug, some papers of Bex and a sprinkling of loose white aspirin, eleven train tickets (the return half of which had not been given up), four tram tickets, cinema and theatre stubs, seven pence three farthings in loose change and the mandatory throat lozenge stuck to the lining. At least, those had been the extra contents of Phyrne's bag the last time Dot had turned it out.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder in Montparnasse
“She was sensible of the fact that while there were two sets of masculine arms to fall into, and one of them her current pet, Phryne had fallen into Dot’s.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder on the Ballarat Train
“And they need not cause you grief. As my Highland grandmother said—and she had the Sight—“Tis not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living!” And she was a wise woman. The dead are beyond your help or mine, poor things. But the living need us. Thirty souls at the least, Phryne, are still on that island to praise God who might now be angels—or devils.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“First, a bath. I'm feeling soiled. Too much contact with cold reality, I think.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock
“Conversation is a minefield until you learn the conventions, Jane dear.’‘I’ll never learn all the rules,’ muttered Jane.‘Yes, you will,’ said Phryne. ‘Then you can bend them. The best advice I would give you is, “If under attack, cause a diversion”.’‘A diversion?’‘Yes, trip over the dog, spill a glass of wine on your attacker, burst into song, challenge your attacker to a duel. And the angrier you get, the lower your voice should be. Never shout unless you are shouting “Fire!” ― Kerry Greenwood, The Castlemaine Murders
“Phryne was feeling most displeased with a species to which, she reminded herself, she belonged.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Urn Burial
“There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Queen of the Flowers
“Had she been at all used to blushing, she would have blushed, but she wasn't, so she didn't.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Dead Man's Chest
“Ice cream was reliable. Young men were not.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder in the Dark
“I have a theory that kitchens, once they reach a certain level of complexity, attract new gadgets into their orbit, like planets. Only this can account for the fact that I own two melon ballers.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“A young man in one’s hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“... with all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Flying Too High
“If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death At Victoria Dock
“He'd pull a door off its hinges rather than work out how to turn a key.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“Come to the jacaranda tree at seven o'clock and you will hear something to your advantage. Destroy this note.'No signature, no clue to the identity. Just what sort of heroine do you think I am? Phryne asked the air. Only a Gothic novel protagonist would receive that and say, 'Goodness, let me just slip into a low-cut white nightie and put on the highest heeled shoes I can find,' and, pausing only to burn the note, slip out of the hotel by a back exit and go forth to meet her doom in the den of the monster - to be rescued in the nick of time by the strong-jawed hero (he of the Byronic profile and the muscles rippling beneath the torn shirt). 'Oh, my dear,' Phryne spoke aloud as if to the letter-writer. 'You don't know a lot about me, do you?” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket
“Her heart was beating appreciably faster, and she took more rapid breaths, but she was enjoying herself. Adventuresses are born, not made.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“No cook can ignore the opinion of a man who asks for three helpings. One is politeness, two is hunger, but three is a true and cherished compliment.” ― Kerry Greenwood, The Green Mill Murder
“Things accumulated in purses. Unless they were deliberately unloaded and all contents examined for utility occasionally, one could find oneself transporting around in one's daily life three lipstick cases with just a crumb of lipstick left, an old eyebrow pencil sharpener without a blade, pieces of defunct watch, odd earrings, handkerchiefs (three crumpled, one uncrumpled), two grubby powder puffs, bent hairpins, patterns of ribbon to be matched, a cigarette lighter without fuel (and two with fuel), a spark plug, some papers of Bex and a sprinkling of loose white aspirin, eleven train tickets (the return half of which had not been given up), four tram tickets, cinema and theatre stubs, seven pence three farthings in loose change and the mandatory throat lozenge stuck to the lining. At least, those had been the extra contents of Phyrne's bag the last time Dot had turned it out.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder in Montparnasse
“She was sensible of the fact that while there were two sets of masculine arms to fall into, and one of them her current pet, Phryne had fallen into Dot’s.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Murder on the Ballarat Train
“And they need not cause you grief. As my Highland grandmother said—and she had the Sight—“Tis not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living!” And she was a wise woman. The dead are beyond your help or mine, poor things. But the living need us. Thirty souls at the least, Phryne, are still on that island to praise God who might now be angels—or devils.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues
“First, a bath. I'm feeling soiled. Too much contact with cold reality, I think.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock
“Conversation is a minefield until you learn the conventions, Jane dear.’‘I’ll never learn all the rules,’ muttered Jane.‘Yes, you will,’ said Phryne. ‘Then you can bend them. The best advice I would give you is, “If under attack, cause a diversion”.’‘A diversion?’‘Yes, trip over the dog, spill a glass of wine on your attacker, burst into song, challenge your attacker to a duel. And the angrier you get, the lower your voice should be. Never shout unless you are shouting “Fire!” ― Kerry Greenwood, The Castlemaine Murders
“Phryne was feeling most displeased with a species to which, she reminded herself, she belonged.” ― Kerry Greenwood, Urn Burial
