Top 388 Quotes & Sayings by Janet Evanovich - Page 7

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Last updated on November 4, 2024.
Nice dress. Take it off.
What's this outfit? You can't afford clothes? Are you wearing other peoples?" Helen Plum
I wasnt always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom. — © Janet Evanovich
I wasnt always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.
He specializes in virgins! The brush of his fingertips turns virgins into slobbering mush." Mary Lou Molnar
There's a small possibility that I might be a murder suspect" Stephanie
Good thing he's dead," Lula said, "or that would have hurt like the devil.
By about the sixth romance I knew I wasn't in exactly the right place. I liked writing action. And I wanted to write a book with a little more edge than I was allowed in romance.
I really wouldn't classify the books as mysteries. I prefer to say that they're adventures.
I'm so busy writing and editing two books a year that I don't have time for painting anymore.
I don't mean to change the subject or anything, but have you tried concealer on that zit?" Cynthia Lotte - Hot Six
This isn't just a job. This is a service profession. We uphold the law, babe." Ranger
When you get ready to write your novel, outline it first. There's nothing worse than getting halfway through and realizing you've painted yourself in a plot corner.
I wasn’t a fabulous cook. I didn’t have a boyfriend, much less a husband. And I wasn’t a big financial success. I could live with all those failings as long as I knew that once in a while I looked really hot.
Fine. Let Ranger get someone else. Trust me, you don't want to be out looking for a parking place on Sloane in the middle of the night." I won't have to look for a parking place. Tank's picking me up. Your working with a guy name Tank? He's big. Jesus, Morelli said. I had to fall in love with a woman who works with a guy named Tank. You love me? Of course i love you. I just don't want to marry you.
Stephanie,' Valerie said. 'She's going to have a baby, and she's getting married.' My father was confused. He looked around the room. No Joe. No Ranger. His eyes locked on Diesel. 'Not the psycho,' he said. Diesel blew out a sigh. My father turned to my mother. 'Get me the carving knife. Make sure it's sharp.
I write to entertain. When people read one of my books I want them to finish with a smile on their faces, feeling a little bit better about themselves and the people in their lives.
Lots of times I'm not crazy about the writing, but I keep moving ahead and somehow it gets better. The important thing is to move forward.
We don't usually write up accidents involving rabbits. - Joe Morelli
It's not the pizza, darlin', its my masculine presence." Joe Morelli
Since I write in first person and have no idea what goes on in men's heads.
When I was painting, I was painting stories I was telling myself. When I look back at it, moving to writing was a very natural progression for me.
Cupcake, your middle name is trouble. — © Janet Evanovich
Cupcake, your middle name is trouble.
I'm for sure a workaholic. I'm a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.
I exchanged my flannel shirt for a Rangers jersey and zapped the television on. Probably I should make more phone calls, but the Rangers were playing and priorities were priorities.
Bullets are creepy." Stephenie
These are desparate times." - Stephanie Plum
I've never been in this part of Trenton before. I don't feel comfortable driving around buildings that haven't got gang slogans sprayed on them. Look at this place. No boarded-up windows. No garbage in the gutter. No brothers selling goods on the street. Don't know how people can live like this.
It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They'd just settled their brains for a long winter's nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.
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