Barbara Mertz
Barbara Mertz
Barbara Mertzwas an American author who wrote under her own name as well as under the pseudonyms Elizabeth Peters and Barbara Michaels. In 1952 she received a PhD in Egyptology from the University of Chicago. While she was best known for her mystery and suspense novels, in the 1960s she authored two books on ancient Egypt, both of which have remained in print ever since...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth29 September 1927
CountryUnited States of America
joy church majesty
a church ought to express the joy of religion as well as its majesty.
politics manure
Money was the manure of politics ...
garden soul gardening
there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.
emotion reason gullibility
When emotion supersedes reason ... gullibility must follow.
sacrifice results martyrdom
Martyrdom is often the result of excessive gullibility.
strong hate sight
It was hate at first sight, clean, pure and strong as grain alcohol.
race history half
Conventional history completely ignores half the human race.
dream ambition cutting
There is nothing sadder than the cheerful letters of the dead, expressing hopes that were never fulfilled, ambitions that were never achieved, dreams cut off before they could come to fruition.
typical stereotype librarian
stereotypes are awfully misleading. There are typical librarians, but not all librarians are typical.
christian half lasts
I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.
marriage views stalemate
Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.
moving knowing effort
I had refused Emerson's well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.
masculinity
His masculinity was only too apparent
cat silence carrying-on
In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)