Quotes from Rosemary Clement-Moore

"Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.

My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.

Good writing is good writing. In many ways, it's the audience and their expectations that define a genre. A reader of literary fiction expects the writing to illuminate the human condition, some aspect of our world and our role in it. A reader of genre fiction likes that, too, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the story.

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.

Faith isn't absence of doubt. It's belief without proof, not without question.

Emery cut in impatiantly, "For crying out loud. Who do you think you are, Nancy Drew?" Hey," I snapped, because no one sniped at my sister but me, and Mark echoed with a stern "Chill, dude." Phin was unperturbed. "Those books were highly unrealistic. Do you have any idea how much brain damage a person would have if she were hit on the head and drugged with chloroform that often?

Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

Don't ever trust anyone who's writing a book. They make up lies for a living.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

That was easy for him to say when his cell phone was rounding third base. If anyone got a home run tonight, I didn't want it to be Verizon Wireless.

Long-haired Chihuahuas have no notion they are bite-sized.

I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

He rose to his feet in one fluid move, the better to look down at me. "You don't know me, princess. Some people have reasons for doing things, and don't just go wherever they're told or drift whichever way they're pushed.

i should take my dog for a walk now. i can only handle one bitch at a time

Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

How about this?" I said, because now it was the principle of the thing. "I'm sorry, jackass.

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

When your family is twice as weird as normal, you have to be twice as polite to authority, because authority hates weird.

I could hear my dogs barking. Worse I could hear bleating. Joyful goat chuckles of freedom. "The goats!" I clutched my head, an absurdly melodramatic reaction suited to this farce. "The goats were in the tree!" "The... Wait, what?

My determination was stronger than my fear.

Amy, honey." He rubbed my arm gently, as if telling me bad news. "You shouldn't listen to me. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.