Margaret Millar Quotes
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.
Margaret Millar (1947). “Experiment in Springtime: A Novel”, New York : Random House
Margaret Millar (2016). “Beyond This Point Are Monsters”, p.111, Soho Press
Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.
Margaret Millar (2015). “An Air That Kills”, p.163, Soho Press
Margaret Millar (2016). “A Stranger in My Grave”, p.45, Soho Press
When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I'm inclined not to believe any of them.
Margaret Millar (2016). “The Fiend”, p.218, Soho Press
Margaret Millar (2002). “Best Mysteries of All Time: A Stranger in My Grave”, Impress
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
Margaret Millar (2015). “Vanish in an Instant”, p.33, Soho Press
Margaret Millar (2016). “A Stranger in My Grave”, p.30, Soho Press
Private problems don't constitute an excuse for bad manners.
Margaret Millar (2002). “Best Mysteries of All Time: A Stranger in My Grave”, Impress
Margaret Millar (2015). “Vanish in an Instant”, p.71, Soho Press
When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.
Margaret Millar (1942). “The weak-eyed bat”, Published for The Crime club by Doubleday, Doran
Margaret Millar (1952). “Rose's last summer”, New York
Margaret Millar (2017). “Do Evil in Return”, p.73, Soho Press
Margaret Millar (1942). “The weak-eyed bat”, Published for The Crime club by Doubleday, Doran
People, alas, are more impressed by statistics than they are by ideas.
Margaret Millar (2016). “A Stranger in My Grave”, p.116, Soho Press
J.J. MARRIC; MARGARET MILLAR; BILL KNOX (1977). “GIDEON'S DRIVE; ASK FOR ME TOMORROW; HELLSPOUT”
Margaret Millar (2018). “Experiment in Springtime”, p.95, Soho Press
I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.
J.J. MARRIC; MARGARET MILLAR; BILL KNOX (1977). “GIDEON'S DRIVE; ASK FOR ME TOMORROW; HELLSPOUT”
You have what is known as a lot of character, meaning you can be wrong at the top of your lungs.
Margaret Millar (1945). “The Iron Gates: A Psychological Novel”, Random House [1945]