Top 9 Quotes by Blaize Clement

Protecting people from the truth is another way of shutting them out.

Protecting people from the truth is another way of shutting them out.

Blaize Clement

Truth, People, Way

Blaize Clement (2009). “Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof: A Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.141, Macmillan

They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think God has overestimated what I can take.

Blaize Clement

Thinking, Giving, Sometimes

Blaize Clement (2007). “Curiosity Killed the Cat Sitter: The First Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.218, Macmillan

Being young is easy, you know, but it takes guts to be old.

Blaize Clement

Easy, Young, Guts

Blaize Clement (2007). “Curiosity Killed the Cat Sitter: The First Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.90, Macmillan

Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I’ll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.

Blaize Clement

Smell, Grease, Males

Blaize Clement (2007). “Curiosity Killed the Cat Sitter: The First Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.78, Macmillan

I always see to the dogs first and leave the cats and the occasional birds and rabbits and hamsters for later. It isn't that I play favorites, it's just that dogs are needier than other pets. Leave a dog alone for very long and it'll start going a little nuts. Cats, on the other hand, try to give you the impression that they didn't even notice you were gone. Oh, were you out? they'll say, I didn't notice. Then they'll raise their tails to show you their little puckered anuses and walk away.

Blaize Clement

Dog, Cat, Hands

Heads of warring nations could learn a lot about how to achieve lasting peace by watching dogs and cats who live in the same house.

Blaize Clement

Dog, Cat, House

Blaize Clement (2010). “Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs: A Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.26, Minotaur Books

My pet-sitting day ends around sunset, and it's very satisfying to know that I've made several living beings happy that day. That I left their food bowls sparkling clean and fresh water in their water bowls. That I brushed them so their coats shined, and played with them until all our hearts were beating faster. That I kissed them goodbye and left them with their tails wagging or flipping or at least raised in a happy kind of way. That's a heck of a lot more than any president, pope, prime minister, or potentate can say, and I wouldn't switch places with any of them.

Blaize Clement

Goodbye, Sunset, Heart

Blaize Clement (2009). “Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof: A Dixie Hemingway Mystery”, p.32, Macmillan