“Simple questions--and simple answers--were what we needed in life. That was what Mma Ramotswe believed. Yes.”

“Mma Makutsi pondered this. "Why are there fewer and fewer gentlemen, Mma Ramotswe?""It is our fault, Mma. It is the fault of ladies.""Why is that?""Because we have allowed men to stop behaving as gentlemen, and when you allow people to do what they wish, then that is what they do. They stop doing the things they need to do." She looked at Mma Makutsi across the steering wheel. "That is well known, I think, Mma. That is well known.”

“Mma Ramotswe sighed. 'We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.'That is true,' said Mma Potokwane sadly. 'There are many temptations in this life, but cake is probably one of the biggest of them.”

“Why can’t you ever answer a simple question? (Wulf)Ask me a simple question and you will get a simple answer. (Acheron)”

“Mma Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of Kgale Hill. These were its assets: a tiny white van, two desks, two chairs, a telephone, and an old typewriter. Then there was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe – the only lady private detective in Botswana – brewed redbush tea. And three mugs – one for herself, one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a detective agency really need? Detective agencies rely on human intuition and intelligence, both of which Mma Ramotswe had in abundance. No inventory would ever include those, of course.”

“What we do as a society is seek simple answers.”