Rosemary Clement-Moore > Quotes

“My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Prom Dates from Hell

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore

“Screw you, John."
"Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, The Splendor Falls

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, The Splendor Falls

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“Faith isn't absence of doubt. It's belief without proof, not without question.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Hell Week

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“[W]hen Ben was kissing me, the whole world retreated. I felt things I'd never felt before, in places I never knew were connected.

But I was pretty sure that whatever was buzzing against my thigh was not normal. For one thing, it was ringing.

Ben dragged his mouth away from mine and mumbled a curse that was a little shocking and kind of hot.

"Ignore it," he said.

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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“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?”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“You're not hurt, are you?"
"Only my delicate sensibilities.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“Don’t ever trust anyone who’s writing a book. They make up lies for a living.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“Long-haired Chihuahuas have no notion they are bite-sized.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, The Splendor Falls

“Is Lisa going to the prom?"
I shelved my worries for the moment. "I don't know, Mom. We don't talk about the You-Know-What. We made a pact."
"You could go together, if you didn't want to mess with dates and things."
"I don't want to mess with the prom at all, Mom."
She ignored me, placidly eating popcorn, piece by piece. "Some girls in my high school class did that and had a wonderful time. They weren't lesbians or anything. Not that it would matter if they were."
"That's nice, Mom. I'm glad you're so open-minded." I grabbed my Coke and the popcorn bowl and headed for the stairs, because I could go my whole life without ever hearing my mother talk about lesbians again.
"Maybe you could take Justin to the prom," she called after me, laughter in her voice. "He is such a hottie."
Shoot me now.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Prom Dates from Hell

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Spirit and Dust

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, The Splendor Falls

“i should take my dog for a walk now. i can only handle one bitch at a time”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, The Splendor Falls

“Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“How about this?" I said, because now it was the principle of the thing. "I'm sorry, jackass.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“Taylor: what do you hear?
Daisy: Nothing but rain”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Spirit and Dust

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“When your family is twice as weird as normal, you have to be twice as polite to authority, because authority hates weird.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“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?”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Highway to Hell

“My determination was stronger than my fear.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“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.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Spirit and Dust

“Oh, and by the way, I sure thought about him a lot for someone I never wanted to see again.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic

“The bastard even limped fast.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Spirit and Dust

“For the first time ever, I'd managed a great parting line and a grand exit. And it still felt like crap.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Texas Gothic