Julia Spencer-Fleming Quotes & Sayings

Because the things you have, and the neighborhood you live in, doesn't have anything to do with what kind of human being you are. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

He were a young man, he might believe he would never forget her skin, or her smile, or the strength of her. But he had learned that the mind didn't always hold on to what the heart demanded. Remember, he told his hands. Remember this. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

If you know a person's history, you can use it to help predict what that person might do. A person's history can be the key to understanding his motivation for committing a crime. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

And as for people shunning us because of our known association with homosexuals" - here she wiggled her eyebrows, because she sounded ridiculously like Joseph McCarthy - "I say we don't want new members who would think like that. We want people who will admire us for taking a stand and who will say, 'Yes, that's Christianity; that's how I want to live it and that's the church I want to belong to. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

The only other person attending who was close to her age was Father St. Laurent, a devastatingly good-looking Roman Catholic priest who made the RC's vows of celibacy seem like a crime against the human gene pool. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

It never ceases to amaze me how many folks jump right over "I'll try" to "I can't. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Antiques to Die For sets the gold standard for the classic contemporary cozy. Agatha-finalist Jane K. Cleland's writing is top-notch; her plotting and pace smooth and assured. This antiquing series is in mint condition! — Julia Spencer-Fleming

She was pretty, yeah, but pretty like hundreds of other girls. You," he dabbed the bread in the air as if sketching her, "you're ... memorable. Who you are just shines through your face. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

I believe that God hears our prayers, and cherishes them. I believe He answers by sending us His spirit, giving us strenght, and peace, and insight. I don't think He responds by turning away bullets and curing cancer. Though sometimes that does happen."
Harlene frowned. "In other words, sometimes, the answer is no?"
"No. Sometimes the answer is "This is life, in all its variety. Make your way through it with grace, and never forget that I love you. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

I'm not. Certain. About lots of things. I just know where I belong. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

You know it's a bad sign when the theme song from Titanic describes your relationship. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Give them wisdom and devotion in the ordering of their common life, that each may be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companion in joy. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

So I can be the girl from Titanic who stays high and dry while you, the guy, vanish beneath the icy waves? I don't think so. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Russ decided the best defense was a good offense. "I'm Russell Van Alstyne, Millers Kill chrief of police." He held out his hand. She shook firm, like a guy.
"Clare Fergusson," she said. "I'm the new priest at Saint Alban's. That's the Episcopal Church. At the corner of Elm and Church." there was a faint testiness in her voice. Russ relaxed a fraction. A woman priest. If that didn't beat all.
"I know which it is. There are only four churches in town." He saw the fog creeping along the edges of his glasses again and snatched them off, fishing for a tissue in his pocket. "Can you tell me what happened, um ... " What was he supposed to call her? "Mother?"
"I go by Reverend, Chief. Ms. is fine, too."
"Oh. Sorry. I never met a woman priest before."
"We're just like the men priests, except we're willing to pull over and ask directions. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

He stomped away like a pint-sized Godzilla looking for Tokyo. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Karen sighed. "I know. I could never fall for the easy guys either." She looked at Clare. "It's always the difficult ones that get under your skin, isn't it? — Julia Spencer-Fleming

She wondered what it said about her spiritual fitness that her clearest messages from the Almighty seemed to come from the alternative rock station. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

If Carl Hiaasen and Donald Westlake had a literary love child, he would be Timothy Hallinan. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

He tells them he and his wife are keeping the baby, because it's the last link to their little girl or some cowpuckie like that. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

What has been seen cannot be unseen — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Maybe they were back to not talking. That's what she missed the most: talking. Serious, silly, bone-deep, flippant, all their words and thoughts like gifts to each other, the only gifts they, with their hobbled hearts, could give. — Julia Spencer-Fleming