Quotes from Rosemary Clement-Moore

From what I could tell, whenever an archangel or a burning bush turns up, it's generally not to say, 'Hey, go out and have a happy and uncomplicated life.

For an age we stood there like that, me holding him by the collar of his jacket and kissing him for all I was worth, him standing there, hands up like I was frisking him with no idea what to do about it. It. Was. Awesome.

Oh, and by the way, I sure thought about him a lot for someone I never wanted to see again.

I didn't say I was going to find the Mad Monk." "But you will," he said, placing his worn and stained Stetson on his head. "You've got that look about you. "What look is that?" I asked, tired of his family maligning mine. "A Goodnight look?" "A responsible one." He adjusted his hat, in a motion I'd seen Ben make a dozen times that day, right before he drove home his point. "Like you're the girl who takes care of things. So take care of it, dammit.

For the first time ever, I'd managed a great parting line and a grand exit. And it still felt like crap.

The bastard even limped fast.

You have a funny way of showing how much you don't like me." "I don't like gophers, either, but I wouldn't leave one to suffer. I'd shoot it to put it out of its misery.

I'm very curious to meet a guy who makes you completely forsake the scientific method in favor of unfounded supposition and speculation." "It's called intuition!

I wasn't worried about myself. I didn't consider the possibility that either of the men could catch me. I was all-star varsity soccer. I was Braveheart in Urban Outfitters. I was Supergirl. I was seriously delusional.

Being in on the secret might be a lot of fun when you're a kid, but not so much once you realize how often life hinges on everyone agreeing--at least outwardly--on the same reality.

Just FYI," I told Phin, "he was flirting with you." She looked at me, then at Mark's departing form. "Oh. That explains a lot. I'm good at a lot of things, but flirting isn't one of them. Especially with someone I find extremely attractive." "Here's a tip... Don't overthink it. It's more of an instinct than an intellect thing." "Right," she said. "Pheromones." With a sage nod, she followed Mark.

I realized I was wasting a perfect opportunity. Nancy Drew wouldn't sit here obsessing over Ned Nickerson (who was at least good for kicking in doors sometimes). She would take advantage of the fact that her main obstacle was busy onstage and there was a field full of pickup trucks out there, and some of them had to be diesel.

If you're such a genius, you wouldn't believe in magic." "If you weren't such an old coot, you wouldn't need it.

It didn't matter, because he was an employee of a criminal enterprise and I was an FBI consultant and, oh yeah, technically kidnapped and probably in the throes of some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

That was the thing about the Goodnight world. No matter what the label said, you could never assume anything only worked like magic.

Aunt Hyacinth's protections around the house would stop a spirit. They wouldn't do anything against an axe murderer except make him queasy, which didn't seem like it would be much of a deterrent. I mean, a strong stomach probably came with the job.

Carson put a hand on my butt and shoved. Honestly, I'd seen more action since meeting him than I had in all of high school.

How do I know what *you've* got in your pants?' He choked, and so did I, for different reasons. 'Pockets!' I corrected.

In two more weeks, you'll have to stop calling me that, *Jack*.' 'In two more weeks, I'll still be too old for you.' I stared at him, stunned that he'd actually *said* it.

It doesn't matter. We could never date anyway. Doesn't the FBI have rules against partners dating? Even if I am just an unpaid consultant.' 'I'd certainly never want to date Gerard, so I never asked.

Great Caesar's goat." Phin's voice floated down from the rim of the sinkhole. "The earth caves in, and you two are making out?

I guess you don't study Latin and Greek if you don't like putting in the hours.

Since I was in church anyway, I thanked God that Addie had spent the night with Kimberley, and was not around to witness the Incredible River Disaster and its aftermath. The morning was difficult enough with only the regular amount of speculation and staring. The antique pews were not very comfortable. Davis backsides had suffered the same wooden torture for generations, and I wondered if it was any easier with voluminous skirts and petticoats.

I was not supposed to end up freezing my ass off in a remake of Harry Potter meets The Italian Job by way of Fargo.