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
age youth easier
It is easier to counterfeit old age than youth.
writing habit latter
I have no writing habit. I work when I feel like it, and I work when I have to - mostly the latter.
mother pain doors
There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.
marriage views stalemate
Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.
cat approval
The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient.
girl manipulation cold
I would never have supposed that inexperienced girl was capable of such cold-blooded, calculating manipulation!
children stupid believe
Since I am not as stupid as my children believe I am, I had immediately realized this might be a ruse, but I was not at all averse to a confrontation. In fact, I had been hoping for some such thing.
mistake kissing kissing-someone
kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
cat people lap
Cats always pick the laps of the people who don't like them.
beautiful nice hero
I am so tired of ruggedly handsome heroes. I don't know too many ruggedly handsome people who are necessarily nice people. In fact, the beautiful people have a big handicap because they rely too much on their appearance and don't bother to become interesting.
mostly work
I have no writing habit. I work when I feel like it, and I work when I have to - mostly the latter.
home men thinking
Peculiar or not, it is my idea of pleasure. Why, why else do you lead this life you don't enjoy it? Don't talk of duty to me; you men always have some high-sounding excuse for indulging yourselves. You go gallivanting over the earth, climbing mountains, looking for the sources of the Nile; and expect women to sit dully at home embroidering. I embroider very badly. I think I would excavate rather well.
memories years soul
Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components? Fresh new souls, drawn at random for some celestial cupboard where God keeps an unending supply?Or the same soul, immortal and eternal, refurbished and reused through endless lives, by that thrifty Housekeeper? In Her wisdom and benevolence She wipes off the memory slates, as part of the cleaning process, because if we could remember all the things we have experienced in earlier lives, we might object to risking it again.
favors lap slugs
Sekhmet crawled onto Ramses's lap and began to purr. 'The creature oozes like a furry slug,' said Ramses, eyeing it without favor.