Best 19 quotes of Rosemary Clement-moore on MyQuotes

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

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

"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.

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

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

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.

[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.

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

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

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.