Quote by Robert B. Parker

“No olive?” I said. “Only a fucking beast would have an olive in his martini,”

— Robert B. Parker

“Well, widow-comforter, how is she?" Olive spoke in the dark from the bed. "Struggling," he said. "Who isn't?”

— Elizabeth Strout

“He was shaking so badly, we could have used him to make martinis for James Bond.”

— Elizabeth George

He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had…

— Josh Lanyon

“The man closest to the king didn't bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. He would have been…

— Sarah J. Maas

“Then he said the most extraordinary thing." "What?" "He said,'I've got a nice big juicy sausage for you.' Just like that." "Ah. The direct…

— James Lear

“Nona needs a very dry martini.”

— Holly Hood

“Just trust me.” “Only three words worry me more,” the gorgon muttered. “Oh?” “Hold my beer.” I snickered.”

— R.J. Blain

“He had a nice laugh, rich and almost melodious. It made me think of warm caramel, dripping from a spoon.”

— Richelle Mead

“What are you going to have?” he asked. “A nervous breakdown,” she muttered and opened her menu. So we’ll tell the waitress to make…

— Jessica Bird

“This steak wouldn't have tasted nearly as good if I'd been lying dead at the bottom of a ravine. I lifted my martini and…

— Marcia Clark

“...but you drank your black coffee by choice, believeng that Paris was sufficient alcohol.”

— Malcolm Cowley