The Dead Husband Cookbook Quotes

Murder, cannibalism, meatballs made of people.

If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.

Maybe it sounds like an overreaction to kill a man because of a few recipes.

I’ve always said recipes are like family. Even the best ones are hiding something.

You keep my secrets and I’ll keep yours.

When you no longer need your parents, you treat them the way they treated you when you were little.

People have been leaving behind huge chucks of themselves after death for eons, Consuela – in their diaries and paintings and the notes in their cookbooks and the stories they tell their children. The eneural is the latest in a long line of media that help us capture some bit who we were when we were alive, and give it to the future. It’s the birth of a new artform. One I already love.” She frowns skeptically. “That’s it? My husband is art to you?” I don’t back down. “Art makes life make sense.” “Art is a dead thing trying to tell the living how to live.

The moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be last woman I would ever be with. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

But love could make fools of us all.

I’ve spent most of my marriage plotting my husband’s death.

was reminded of the iconic dramatic masks: smiling Thalia, the muse of comedy, and sobbing Melpomene, the muse of tragedy.

Over the years, I’d become an expert at knowing his mood the second I walked into any room he was in. I could smell it in the air, like too-strong cologne. What a strange and horrifying gift, to infect everyone around you with your emotions.

Maybe it sounds like an overreaction to kill a man because of a few recipes. But you have to understand

When you no longer need your parents