M.C. Beaton Quotes

I never wanted to be a literary writer. I wanted to be an entertainer. All I wanted was to give what a lot of writers had given me: a good time on a bad day.

A library is a palace of dreams.

religion's for those who believe in hell and a spiritual belief is for those who've been there.

Okay, I'm lazy. But being lazy is a talent. Sometimes it takes an awful lot of work.

Isn't it sad that we only get upset about nasty things happening to people and places if television decides we should?

Do you know why more people don't sober up? Because they don't wear their livers on the outside. If everyone wore their liver on their forehead, say, it would be on full view and people would say, 'Heffens, Jock, that liver of yours is looking fair hobnailed,' and they would get shamed into doing something about it.

the whistle of the old steam trains ... could conjure up visions of bleak distances with one solitary wail.

Clever plastic surgery can restore an appearance of youth, but nothing changes the expression of age and experience in the eyes.

That was the trouble with so many reality programmes on television - everyone wanted fame these days without necessarily working at anything to achieve it.

A lady is as young as the gentleman she feels," said Roy and cackled happily.

More and more people each year are going abroad for Christmas ... Fed up with the fact that commercial Christmas starts in October. Fed up with carols. Dreading the arrival of Christmas cards from people they have forgotten to send a card to. Unable to bear yet another family get-together with Auntie Mary puking up in the corner after sampling too much of the punch. You see in the airports the triumphant glitter in the eyes of people who are leaving it all behind, including the hundredth rerun of Miracle on 34th Street.

Just at the turn of the tide, nature held its breath - no bird sang, everything seemed to be waiting and waiting. And then, sure enough, as if someone had flicked a switch, everything started in motion again.

Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.