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

— M.C. Beaton

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

— M.C. Beaton

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

What sinks of iniquity these little villages can be

— M.C. Beaton