“There’s no practical difference in the mind of the slighted between a real slight and a perceived slight.”
―
T.E. Kinsey,
Rotten To The Core
“She had suggested that I open one of the bottles of wine we’d brought from the London flat, but I made do with water. Wine was for sharing.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Quiet Life in the Country
“feet while Mickey took care of Addie. Once again we were back in Colonel Dawlish’s tent. Veronica and Wilfred were side-by-side, hand-in-hand on the Colonel’s bed, with Addie beside them, while the Colonel himself,” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Quiet Life in the Country
“Occam’s Razor and all that: the explanation with the fewest assumptions is more likely to be correct.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“The cows were inquisitively licking the aeroplane.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Fatal Flying Affair
“It’s lovely to go away, but it’s even more wonderful to come home.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Daisy Spratt was the butcher’s daughter and my best friend in the village. But she was offering me a cheese sandwich instead of a pie. It’s easy to go off people.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“With Napoleon. But once they’d got their brief flirtation with world domination out of their system they went straight back to painting on the banks of the Seine and being condescending about everyone else’s cooking.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Oh no, dear, you’re far too lovely for that. You’ll be the kindly one. They’ll be terrified of you because I’ll spread rumours about you having once killed a man with a pen, but you’ll be winsome and agreeable.’ ‘It was a mechanical pencil and he was trying to shoot you.’ ‘Nevertheless, they’ll be adoring but wary.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Lady Hardcastle retired at once to her study to clear the decks of correspondence and ready her mind for the labours to come. I’m fairly certain there was something in there about stiffening the sinews and conjuring up the blood, and possibly even something about closing up the walls with our English dead . . . I confess my concentration wanders a little when she comes over all Henry V.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“The conversation soon returned to the murders, but as far as I could make out we were just rehashing the same observations and arguments.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“The conversation soon returned to the murders, but as far as I could make out we were just rehashing the same observations and arguments. There are only so many times one can hear the phrase ‘But why on earth would he do such a thing?’ before the mind begins to wander towards thoughts of lunch.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“lunch.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“We meekly nodded our understanding of this profound truth and smiled our gratitude to the great man for vouchsafing it to us.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“Really, my lady?’ I said. ‘Now? A lecture on fluid dynamics in the middle of a gunfight?’ ‘There’s never a wrong time to learn new things,’ she said.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“One of the best ways of getting people to tell you things that they might otherwise prefer to keep hidden is to make a false statement and give them the chance to disagree with you. Even the most reticent of people love to contradict you when they think they know something you don’t, and they love explaining exactly why you’re wrong.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“was getting really fed up of frightened men with guns.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Fatal Flying Affair
“The folks at home thought you were dead?’ asked Eleanora. ‘Understandably,’ said Lady Hardcastle. ‘We’d been gone for nearly two years. I think we only trekked a couple of thousand miles, all in all, but there were mountains, jungles, more chaps with sticks – you know the sort of thing.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“But why would he kill one of his own cast? It’s not quite killing the goose that laid the golden egg, but it’s just making work for yourself to kill your own staff.’ ‘I know,’ she said. ‘The same thought has saved your life more than once.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“She had suggested that I open one of the bottles of wine we’d brought from the London flat, but I made do with water. Wine was for sharing.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Quiet Life in the Country
“feet while Mickey took care of Addie. Once again we were back in Colonel Dawlish’s tent. Veronica and Wilfred were side-by-side, hand-in-hand on the Colonel’s bed, with Addie beside them, while the Colonel himself,” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Quiet Life in the Country
“Occam’s Razor and all that: the explanation with the fewest assumptions is more likely to be correct.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“The cows were inquisitively licking the aeroplane.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Fatal Flying Affair
“It’s lovely to go away, but it’s even more wonderful to come home.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Daisy Spratt was the butcher’s daughter and my best friend in the village. But she was offering me a cheese sandwich instead of a pie. It’s easy to go off people.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“With Napoleon. But once they’d got their brief flirtation with world domination out of their system they went straight back to painting on the banks of the Seine and being condescending about everyone else’s cooking.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Oh no, dear, you’re far too lovely for that. You’ll be the kindly one. They’ll be terrified of you because I’ll spread rumours about you having once killed a man with a pen, but you’ll be winsome and agreeable.’ ‘It was a mechanical pencil and he was trying to shoot you.’ ‘Nevertheless, they’ll be adoring but wary.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“Lady Hardcastle retired at once to her study to clear the decks of correspondence and ready her mind for the labours to come. I’m fairly certain there was something in there about stiffening the sinews and conjuring up the blood, and possibly even something about closing up the walls with our English dead . . . I confess my concentration wanders a little when she comes over all Henry V.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“The conversation soon returned to the murders, but as far as I could make out we were just rehashing the same observations and arguments.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“The conversation soon returned to the murders, but as far as I could make out we were just rehashing the same observations and arguments. There are only so many times one can hear the phrase ‘But why on earth would he do such a thing?’ before the mind begins to wander towards thoughts of lunch.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“lunch.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“We meekly nodded our understanding of this profound truth and smiled our gratitude to the great man for vouchsafing it to us.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Burning Issue of the Day
“Really, my lady?’ I said. ‘Now? A lecture on fluid dynamics in the middle of a gunfight?’ ‘There’s never a wrong time to learn new things,’ she said.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“One of the best ways of getting people to tell you things that they might otherwise prefer to keep hidden is to make a false statement and give them the chance to disagree with you. Even the most reticent of people love to contradict you when they think they know something you don’t, and they love explaining exactly why you’re wrong.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
“was getting really fed up of frightened men with guns.” ― T.E. Kinsey, The Fatal Flying Affair
“The folks at home thought you were dead?’ asked Eleanora. ‘Understandably,’ said Lady Hardcastle. ‘We’d been gone for nearly two years. I think we only trekked a couple of thousand miles, all in all, but there were mountains, jungles, more chaps with sticks – you know the sort of thing.” ― T.E. Kinsey, Death Beside the Seaside
“But why would he kill one of his own cast? It’s not quite killing the goose that laid the golden egg, but it’s just making work for yourself to kill your own staff.’ ‘I know,’ she said. ‘The same thought has saved your life more than once.” ― T.E. Kinsey, A Picture of Murder
