A Quote by Ilona Andrews

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue — © Ilona Andrews
Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue
I really cannot understand the point of what you're saying. Really,' said Clotilde, looking at her. 'What a very extraordinary person you are. What sort of a woman are you? Why are you talking like this? Who are you?' Miss Marple pulled down the mass of pink wool that encircled her head, a pink wool scarf of the same kind that she had once worn in the West Indies. 'One of my names,' she said, 'is Nemesis.' 'Nemesis? And what does that mean?' 'I think you know,' said Miss Marple. 'You are a very well educated woman. Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.
Carmen prayed hard. She prayed while standing near the priest in hopes it would give her request extra credibility. What she prayed for was nothing. She prayed that God would look on them and see the beauty of their existence and leave them alone.
She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.
The hook of 'Bryson' is based on something my mom created. She used to sing it to me when I was little and feeling down. When I was a baby, she'd sing it to me, and that's pretty much the hook. That's why the song means so much to me, because I feel like if it could've uplifted me, then I know it'll uplift others.
When you take a picture you haven't a clue that it is going to be what it is. Maybe you have a clue but you don't really know. There are too many possibilities. Part of the game is how many balls you can juggle. It is to me. When you are 12 you can juggle two. Maybe when you are 50 you can juggle five. That is an interesting concept to me: how much I can put in and still make it pull together?
I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.
I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple
One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.
I thought I was the wrong shape: that Miss Marple would be much fluffier than me, much more wearing shawls and things. But I was persuaded, and now, well - I can only do it my way.
Just as you can accept Miss Marple going to tea with the vicar, there's no reason why Long Island can't have a universality to it.
If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.
Miss Marple believes in justice and has very high standards. There is nothing you could say or do that would shock her.
Global new money has houses everywhere, and serious helicopters, it doesn't aspire to the Miss Marple life of St. Mary Mead.
I don't have time to watch TV. The only things I watch are 'Miss Marple' and 'Midsommer Murders.' They are the only things that make me stop.
I think Skeeter even says that when she calls up Miss Stein. "No one asked Mammy how she feels in Gone With The Wind." Mammy wasn't really much of a fleshed-out character. She was just kind of there to take care of Miss Scarlett.
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