Bobby Underwood Quotes

And lastly were the single women. They would run the gamut from somewhat pretty to somewhat plain, dreadful, incurable diseases that had relegated them to lives of obscurity and boredom. They were har...

Arizona and Tucson, to Wyn’s way of thinking, sort of embodied the changing nature of the country in recent years as it had grown. Traders and explorers such as Kit Carson, Pauline Weaver and Bill Wil...

As such things have a tendency to do it got out of hand in the worst way, resulting in the rather gruesome death of Maggie Potter — no relation to Harry.

Both of them grinned. Must be a dame. Better than that. Watch out she don’t start walking you by jewelry store windows, said Roy. And make sure she don’t have to attend no funerals anytime soon. I’ll...

But that was over there, in Greece. This was Mykonos, a seaside sanctuary so timeless that I half expected to glimpse Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings walking along the dock as we disembarked from...

By firelight he read the book he had gotten on his one trip to New York. It was called The Moonstone, written by someone named Wilkie Collins. The pretty girl behind the counter had recommended it to...

California during the 1940s had Hollywood and the bright lights of Los Angeles, but on the other coast was Florida, land of sunshine and glamour, Miami and Miami Beach. If you weren't already near Cal...

Depending on whether you were a glass-half-full or glass-half-empty sort it was either very late at night or the wee hours of morning as I cast my line into the aquamarine waters of Cozumel and saw he...

Despite the devastation and death around us, and the uncertain future which lie ahead, I could not remember ever being as happy as the moment I officially became Sarah’s Dad.

Even if we ran into Charlie Chan he’d only smile and give us some proverb.

Fate had somehow conspired against me, giving me a life of its choosing rather than my own. No one would really miss me if I were gone. I would slowly fade into the memories of a few, then melt away i...

Her faith in him to protect her warmed his heart on one hand, and worried him on the other; how could he protect any of them from what he could not see, much less explain?

How do I begin to tell you about Dana and all that she meant to my life? A writer can describe spring in technical terms; the scent of cherry blossoms awakening from their long winter's sleep; the fir...

I could not imagine a divine hand was involved, but perhaps Frank Lassiter had done enough evil that I was just the instrument being used to give him a shove off this mortal coil — because he wasn’t s...

I couldn’t think of any reason except the truth, which would only make him yell, or worse, laugh at me. It was humiliating, because he was right. It was silly, after all, losing myself in some pulp ro...

I didn't see how it could be anything bad, because that wasn't the way God worked, or at least the way I'd always believed he worked. I had gotten something back today that I'd all but lost, and by th...

I frowned, staring into the eerie blackness along Route 33 truckers always complained about. It is odd how we rarely encounter true darkness. Somewhere, there is always light; a house, a town, headlig...

I was at least four-hundred miles from life of any kind on this particular night when it began to rain. It was one of those summer rains that come down in buckets but pass quickly. I had a full load a...

I was much older now, settled in a little coastal town called Cabrer, which ironically means go away. It hadn’t been spoiled by tourists yet, so maybe the name had some kind of mojo that kept them awa...

I wondered not for the first time what it was about Spanish churches that gave them a reverence often lacking in others. Was it because those who attended them were usually poor, and more reliant on f...