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1 " Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height. "
― M.C. Beaton , Love, Lies and Liquor (Agatha Raisin, #17)
2 " Husbands are always angry, that's their nature.And the nature of us women,is not to pay a blind bit of notice. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Scriptwriter (Hamish Macbeth, #14)
3 " what sinks of iniquity these little villages can be "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Busy Body / As the Pig Turns / Hiss
4 " Clever plastic surgery can restore an appearance of youth, but nothing changes the expression of age and experience in the eyes. "
― M.C. Beaton , As the Pig Turns (Agatha Raisin, #22)
5 " When confronted with someone who appears to be in a perpetual state of outrage, it is tempting for other people to wind them up. Besides, I have always found the most vociferous guardians of morality on matters of sex are those who aren’t getting any. "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came (Agatha Raisin, #12)
6 " I am not in the mood to have my underwear examined. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Dustman (Hamish Macbeth, #16)
7 " The other diners studied him with the polite frozen smiles the English use for threatening behaviour. "
― M.C. Beaton , The Quiche of Death (Agatha Raisin, #1)
8 " What’s gone, and what’s past help Should be past grief. —William Shakespeare "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Poison Pen (Hamish Macbeth, #19)
9 " Agatha had that old feeling of being on the outside of life looking in. "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Potted Gardener (Agatha Raisin, #3)
10 " And being very young and capable of violent mood swings, she then began to worry about what to wear for dinner. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Gossip (Hamish Macbeth, #1)
11 " Christmas had done its usual merry work of setting husband against wife, relative against relative, and spreading bad will among men in general. People looked overfed and hung over and desperately worried about how much they had already spent. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Snob (Hamish Macbeth, #6)
12 " Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be. —William Hazlitt "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Village (Hamish Macbeth, #18)
13 " I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks: And when I’m introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun! —Sir Walter A. Raleigh "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Nurse (Hamish Macbeth, #31)
14 " Mrs. Wellington was wearing a voluminous flannel nightgown when she answered the door. Hamish was glad Mr. Wellington had found God, because it certainly looked as if he would need to wait until he got to heaven to get his reward. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Cad (Hamish Macbeth, #2)
15 " No one could remain an atheist with larks around, he thought dreamily. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Perfect Wife (Hamish Macbeth, #4)
16 " He fished steadily, trying to fight down a dragging, aching sense of loss, wondering how one’s brain should know all the sensible answers while one’s emotions longed for the unattainable. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Charming Man (Hamish Macbeth, #10)
17 " Although she far outranked Hamish, she had to wait patiently, because this was Lochdubh, where Hamish Macbeth was king. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of an Addict (Hamish Macbeth, #15)
18 " like most thin-skinned people who have been snubbed, he could not leave the snubbers alone. "
19 " Hamish’s family were unusual in that they had always celebrated Christmas—tree, turkey, presents and all. In parts of the Highlands, like Lochdubh, the old spirit of John Knox still wandered, blasting anyone with hellfire should they dare to celebrate this heathen festival. Hamish had often pointed out that none other than Luther was credited with the idea of the Christmas tree, having been struck by the sight of stars shining through the branches of an evergreen. But to no avail. Lochdubh lay silent and dark beside the black waters of the loch. "
― M.C. Beaton , A Highland Christmas (Hamish Macbeth, #15.5)
20 " Oh, really,” said Deborah brightly, “you don’t look like the sort of man who reads anything. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Glutton (Hamish Macbeth, #8)
