Hot Beverages In Crime Fiction Quotes

#1. I was sometimes irritated by the unrelenting inquisitiveness and criticism, but there was no shortage of help or advice or just someone to talk to if I needed it. It was hard to imagine a foreigner descending on an English community and being welcomed with such immediate acceptance and hospitality.

John Mole

#2. The majority of the common people do not realize how corrupt the legal system has become until that blatant corruption shows up at their own homes.

Steven Magee

#3. The church must not teach the submission of wives apart from the sacrificial love and servanthood required of husbands.

Gary L. Thomas

#4. She didn't care that people called her a bitch. 'It's just another word for feminist,' she told me with pride.

Gayle Forman

#5. 'What I would give,' I thought, 'to have been present as Elizabeth Keckley measured Mary Lincoln for a new gown, to overhear their conversations on topics significant and ordinary, to observe the Lincoln White House from such an intimate perspective.'

Jennifer Chiaverini

#6. Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like the detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears.

Ian Rankin

#7. Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.

W.B.Yeats

#8. If you know the brightness of your heart, you will never fear darkness.

Debasish Mridha

#9. Dalgliesh reflected that one of the minor hazards of a murder investigation was the inordinate amount of caffeine he was expected to consume. But he wanted the interview to be as informal as possible, and food or drink always helped.

P.D. James

#10. I'm also inspired by great art and people who create and contribute rather than destroy.

Raul Castillo

#11. Guthrie handed him the mug, a wee pout pulling his pale face out of shape. With his semi-skimmed skin, faint ginger hair, and blond eyebrows he looked like a ghost that had been at the pies. "Milk, two sugars.

Stuart MacBride

#12. The policemen had clearly been there all morning: four big white tea mugs from the canteen were drained and drip-stained, red-and-gold wrappers from caramel log biscuits were folded into interesting shapes on one side of the table, rolled up into tight little balls on the other.

Denise Mina

#13. This morning, you have a choice. You can lay in the dark replaying the awful events of the week, or you can turn the light on and read God's Word-His truth-which is the best thing to do when lies are swarming and painful thoughts are attacking like a bunch of bloodthirsty mosquitoes.

Lysa TerKeurst

#14. You cannot conclude that God, because Father, is therefore male.

Thomas C. Oden

#15. Eamonn Carr was coming in with tea on a tray, and what looked like home-made biscuits. Paula took her drink gratefully, but saw that Guy just sipped his and put it down on a well-placed coaster.

Claire McGowan

#16. Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying.

J.K. Rowling

#17. Nothing in the world tasted as good for breakfast as stolen rolls with some butter and jam and a mug of milky coffee. Nothing tasted better than a venial sin.

Ian Rankin