Janet Evanovich Quotes About Coffee

Quotes about: Coffee

• That was close,"he said, helping himself to coffee. Yeah, you almost opened the door to Morelli." I wasn't talking about Morelli. I was talking about us." That too," I said. Ranger sliced a bagel and looked for the toaster. It's broken,"I told him. He truned the boiler on and slid the bagel into the oven. That's surprisingly domestic for a man of mystery," I said to him. He looked at me over the rim of his coffee mug. "I like things hot.

  Janet Evanovich

  Coffee, Men, Doors

• I took the stool next to him, raising an eyebrow at the coffee and cruller on the counter. "Thought you weren't into internal pollution," I said. Lately Ranger'd been on a health food thing. "Props," Ranger told me. "Didn't want to look out of place." I didn't want to burst his fantasy bubble, but the only time Ranger wouldn't look out of place would be standing in a lineup between Rambo and Batman.

  Janet Evanovich

  Coffee, Eyebrows, Would Be

  Janet Evanovich (1999). “Three To Get Deadly: A Stephanie Plum Novel”, p.88, Simon and Schuster

• Ranger declined the butterscotch pudding, not wanting to disrupt the consistency of his blood sugar level. I had two puddings and coffee, choosing to keep my pancreas at peak performance. Use it or lose it is my philosophy.

  Janet Evanovich

  Philosophy, Coffee, Use It Or Lose It

  Janet Evanovich (1999). “Three To Get Deadly: A Stephanie Plum Novel”, p.146, Simon and Schuster

• Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie." "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here." I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked.

  Janet Evanovich

  Coffee, Pie, Heat

  Janet Evanovich (2008). “To the Nines”, p.125, Macmillan

• Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood." "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire." "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer." "Whoa." Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.

  Janet Evanovich

  Sorry, Coffee, Hair

  Janet Evanovich (2011). “Smokin' Seventeen”, p.118, Hachette UK

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