675 Quotes by Darynda Jones

I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad"Charley Davidson.

But give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.

Where have you been?"I stepped into my apartment and met Uncle Bob's glare with one of my own. "Out trying to pass myself off as a movie producer to get hot guys to sleep with me. Where have you been?

We should date."I laughed, curled him into my arms, and kissed the soft spot underneath his earlobe. "You're going to have to go to obedience school for that to happen. You have authority issues.""Never mind. We should have sex again and then date.""Since you put it that way, okay.

I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations.

I don’t think I get enough credit for the fact that I do all of this unmedicated. —T-SHIRT

Where the hell did my bones go?" I asked. This whole upright thing had me stumped.

That’s the thing about things. They tend to happen.

I’m like crack. People don’t want to like me, but once they get a taste, they always come back for more.