85 Quotes by MaryJanice Davidson

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they’ll write books about what I’ll do to you.

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

I know it’s practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn’t possibly weep harder than I did.

Hell couldn’t be worse than a WalMart after midnight, right?

Getting gratitude is becoming a thing with you, but even so, you’re the worst Antichrist ever,” Jessica said. “Which is actually comforting. Stay close.

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we’d do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

Wow, girlfriend, you’re incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.

I ducked again as her Hellfire sword whistled over my head, and sidestepped so quickly I tripped over a chair. I was in such a hurry to scramble to my feet that for a few seconds I ran in place, like the Road Runner.

They weren’t moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.