675 Quotes by Darynda Jones

He’d actually hit me! It didn’t matter that hitting me wasn’t really like hitting a regular girl and I’d be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. I’d just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.

I’d have a longer attention span if there weren’t so many shiny things.

I stop fighting my inner demons. We’re on the same side now. T-shirt.

If he eats French fries with a fork, he’s probably not going to do that thing you like with his tongue. -True fact.

Doing nothing is hard. You never know when you’re done.

My prodding me didn’t elicit a reaction. His unseeing eyes stared straight through me. Which was odd. He’d seemed so sane huddled in Cookie’s trunk.

A friend will help you if someone knocks you down. A best friend will pick up a bat and say, “Stay down. I got this.

It doesn’t matter what you do, you cannot please everyone. You can write the next Hunger Games and there are going to be people who hate your book with a fiery passion. You just gots to get up, brush yourself off, and start again.

He’s an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire’s wedding cake.