Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Archaeology is the only branch of Anthropology where we kill our informants in the process of studying them.
Most Kikuyu marriages were arranged on the basis of what is described by anthropologists as the bride price.
There can be no doubt that archaeology has confirmed the substantial historicity of Old Testament tradition.
I kept an open mind on the question of whether a hominid had been present in Europe in the early Pleistocene.
As scientists, we keep an open mind, but we have to base our ideas about the past on archaeological evidence.
Floote, what is going on? Do they think I am contagious? Should I assure them I was born with a nose this size?
Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
I got too old to live in the bush. You really need to be youngish and healthy, so it seemed stupid to keep going.
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
I do hold very strongly that tea is better in England. There's something in the milk. They must have special cows.
Unconditional gratitude is a powerful activity allowing ourselves to be grateful for whatever happens in our life.
Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here
My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
Tutankhamun was not black, and the portrayal of ancient Egyptian civilization as black has no element of truth to it.
Nothing, not love, not greed, not passion or hatred, is stronger than a writer's need to change another writer's copy.
...you have been fraternizing with warewolves overmuch! Military men can be terribly bad for one's verbal concatenation!
I like certain subgenres within science fiction and fantasy, and one of those is urban fantasy, and another is steampunk.
Source reduction is, on the face it, perhaps the most appealing of all the possible approaches to solid-waste management.
She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.
Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my...” “Mistress?
Laughter is healing and helpful and fun, and I see my role as an entertainer, and I want readers to leave my books smiling.
The origin of agriculture involved both human intentionality and a set of underlying ecological and evolutionary principles.
Anything pursued and attained as a supposed compensation for the lack of self-love is ineffective and can get downright ugly.
True science is at length disencumbered of the empirical determinations which had accumulated in the course of many centuries.
Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said
I will announce some of the tombs I found next to the great pyramid of Khufu. One is an intact tomb that I have not opened yet.
Ever since her trip with Alexia to Scotland, Mrs. Tunstell had rather a taste for foreign travel. Alexia blamed it on the kilts.
But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.
I should like to insist that nearly all the important questions, the things we ponder in our profoundest moments, have no answers.
Two hundred and fifty mummies covered in gold. Something like this cannot be explained - mummy after mummy covered in shining gold.
Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.
The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
Eloquent testimony to the recovery powers of wild animals frequently becomes apparent from the study of skeletons housed in museums.
Lord Maccon looked up. “Grovel, you say?” Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. “Grovel, my lord.
Occasionally, if I am very confident in the establishment, I'll risk an egg salad on Dutch crunch, but I must be very confident indeed.
He is clearly bookish. I did not follow a single word of their conversation at dinner last night, not one jot of it. He must be bookish.
The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?” “You can think of a better place to stash him?” “What about the wine?
Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.
"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured." She paused. "Though he did die."
What do you want?" Sophronia was moved to exasperation. "Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.
Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn? Laddy Maccon sighed. "Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.
What have I done thins time?" he paused to ask before continuing with his oral expedition about her body: her husband, the intrepid explorer.
I like to spoof the original Gothic classics, so there is also good dose of comedy in the 'Parasol Protectorate' - giggling readers are good.
Ah, no, deployment was delayed after you left. Technical difficulties.” “Oh?” “Yes, it was technically difficult to leave a heartbroken Alpha.
Not a single piece of material culture - not a single object - has been found at Giza that can be interpreted to come from a lost civilization.
We of America are especially fitted to visualize and to understand the marvellous transformation of a wilderness into a land of splendid cities.
As with most things in life, Lady Maccon preferred the civilized exterior to the dark underbelly (with the exception of pork products, of course.)
She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
It was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.