The English inn stands permanently planted at the confluence of the roads of history, memory, and romance. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“If a cone had dropped on velvet needles, if a star had lain a silver track across the sky, if the dead had turned… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
You can't be blocked if you just keep on writing words. Any words. People who get 'blocked' make the mistake of thinking they have… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“any particular idiot in mind?” “I do, indeed. If Tom was actually here on Monday, and he needed an alibi, well, man, he didn’t… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“As he followed Wood, Jury thought: one disappearance, two auto accident victims, one in a mental institution, one drowned. One murdered. Rackmoor, for all… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“And how did he ever think he’d get away with murdering me?” Her tone implied she must surely belong to that rare breed of… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“Fear wearing black.' Definition of cool. Maybe it's also the definition of courage. Would she be courageous?”.” — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“Losing one's mind is surely like losing one's virginity. Lose a little, lose a lot.” — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
Arnold was a dog's dog. Whenever he shuffled along walks and through alleyways, he always gave the impression of being on to something big. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
