Top 450 Darynda Jones Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Make it unique and make it shine.”

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252. “Justice may be blind, but she was an awesome elixir.”

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253. “Grab me a chib, wifey. Shite’s about to get real.”

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254. “I should’ve known the day was going to turn out bad when it started with my father trying to kill me.”

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255. “Osh, we are going to have to tie you up and torture you. Sorry.” “Really?” He stood and removed his top hat, a broad grin splitting his perfect face. With the enthusiasm of a virgin at a brothel, he slapped his hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. “Where do you want me?” Osh sat down and Garrett began the bondage process. Was it wrong that I had a hankering for gay porn at that moment?”

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256. “You were the one who hit me on the roof? I hit you on the jaw. We just happened to be on a roof at the time.”

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257. “He was like a panther in the wild. Beautiful to look at. Far too dangerous to approach.”

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258. “Showers were God’s reward for working hard enough to get dirty.”

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259. “Damn it, I needed The Idiot’s Guide to Grim Reaperism.”

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260. “I guess it’s a good thing you can have a relationship with a departed,” he said. “Why’s that?” “We can still see each other after I die.”

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261. “That was one thing about the Deaf community I always admired beyond belief – they were the most accepting lot I’d ever come across. It didn’t matter what else you had to deal with, blindness, mental challenges, fetal alcohol syndrome, autism, whatever else you were dealing with, if you were culturally Deaf, they accepted you as one of their own. Even, apparently, if you had supernatural sight.”

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262. “Garret Swopes was a lot like a hot gay friend only he wasn’t gay, which was too bad because then I could tell him how hot he was without him getting the wrong idea.”

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263. “If each day is a gift, can I return last Monday?”

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264. “I was more than willing to put aside the Charley Davidson Book of Etiquette and Mud Wrestling if it resulted in earth-shattering orgasms.”

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265. “I watched as Reyes fell, a scream I couldn’t hear wrenched from my throat as I waited for him to do something. For him to react. To save himself. It was Reyes, after all. He could do anything.”

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266. “The FBI had finally wised up and put Charley Davidson on the task of bringing a killer to justice. Because that’s what Charley did. Brought killers to justice. She also found lost dogs, exposed cheating spouses, and tracked down the occasional skip. And she rarely referred to herself in the third person.”

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267. “Valencia gave Osh a once-over and smirked. I wanted to tell him Osh only looked like a kid, but he’d find that out soon enough. Osh was on him so fast, he was impossible to see. He pinned him against a wall, then lowered his mouth onto the.”

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268. “I made a decision long ago not to make any apologies. Romance rocks, and even though my books don’t actually fall into the romance genre, I tout them as very much being about the romance. It’s fun. We’re all obsessed with it. And it’s human nature. Remember, NO APOLOGIES! Write what ’s in your heart!”

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269. “I’d tried to be washed of my sin once, but I ran out of Dial. Tricky business, that.”

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270. “You know, I was thinking about my in-laws.” I strolled closer, craving his heat. And his scent. And the power that continuously hummed through him like an infinite source of energy. “You know, from your supernatural side? By being married to you, I am Satan’s daughter-in-law, Jehova’s sister-in-law, and Jesus’s aunt by marriage.”

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271. “Cookie’s cousin Lucille, for example. Or her second cousins. Or her uncle on her mother’s side. Her whole family, in fact, was a Harvard study waiting to happen.”

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272. “I wouldnae refuse a square go, but I’d best warn ye, I’m solid.” It.”

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273. “Even from a distance you burn, you scorch anyone who gets too close.”

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274. “Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well.”

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275. “ADD. A lifetime of distractions.”

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276. “What you should be asking yourself,” he said, indicating Mr. Wong with a nod as the departed man hovered in my corner, “is why a being that ungodly powerful is hanging out in your apartment.”

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277. “Somebody has to be sane during regular business hours, and it’s not going to be me, missy.”

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

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279. “Clothes? sufficient Keys? found ’em Coffee cup? full Sanity? sanity? – T-SHIRT.”

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280. “It pained me to imagine who she would have become, given the chance. For the life to be ripped away from someone so young just seemed so terribly, terribly unfair. “Because you’re going to die soon.” On second thought, maybe she was better off. Away from other people and most sharp objects. I had a sneaking suspicion she would have become a serial killer. Or a telemarketer. Either way.”

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281. “I didn’t realize until I locked the door to my apartment and leaned against it, panting that my cheeks were covered in frozen tears. I was such an idiot. And my heart hurt. Bad. Every beat sent an ache rocketing through my body. I was having a heart attack. Or, more likely, my heart had just broken.”

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282. “Hey, I could be your assistant! I’d be an Assistant Serial Killer Serial Killer. I’d be an Ass. Or do I need the Ks in there? Because that wouldn’t sound nearly as cool.”

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283. “And just how, exactly, do you feed off the souls of humans? Is it like a vitamin-deficiency thing?”

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284. “I stretched as those three little words that every girl longs to hear slipped from his mouth with effortless ease. As though they did it every day. As Though they didn’t mean the world to me. With one corner of his mouth tipping sensually, he asked, “Want some coffee?” And I fell. I fell hard.”

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285. “There are two night guards here, and I’m not sure which one is on duty. If it’s the female, Garrett’s on. If it’s the male, this whole thing will rest in your hands, Osh.”

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286. “It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.”

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287. “I love language, words, and all the lovely, exciting, and heart wrenching things you can do with them. Pick the right ones, put them in the right order, and you’ve created a moment in time where the reader forgets about the late car payment, the dirty dishes, the impending workweek. You have created a state of bliss. Or negligence, depending on your perspective.”

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288. “WHILE writing, just try to have fun with your ms. Enjoy the process, but push on. Always push toward the finish line!”

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289. “If you can master the opening, you will be leaps and bounds ahead of the competition.”

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290. “He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.”

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291. “I tried to roll out of Reyes’s arms. He tightened his hold. I tried to lift an arm off me, but he clasped his fingers, essentially locking me in. “Reyes,” I said, stifling a giggle, “I know you’re awake. You can give up the game.” “Never,” he said into his pillow.”

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292. “Her dad shows up, and instead of getting mad at Denise, he wraps his arm around her and helps her to his car like she’s crippled. I could’ve crippled her. Missed my chance.”

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293. “The horror that riveted through me, the absolute terror with a taint of nausea, stunned me speechless for three, maybe four seconds. I put the mug down and made a cross with my fingers, screaming, “Death before decaf!” as Garrett poured himself a cup. The fool.”

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294. “You look like heaven,” he said. “That’s weird, because you look like hell.”

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295. “That Reyes Farrow boy.”

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296. “His gaze rested on my mouth before making its way to my eyes again. “You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet?”

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297. “As it stood, I was having to do way more legwork than I’d planned when I decided on these boots.”

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298. “You almost exploded. Which, thank goodness, you didn’t. You’d never have come out of Garrett’s carpet.”

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299. “I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.”

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300. “While the goal of a book is to create a positive emotional experience for the reader, the goal of the opening is to set the stage, to pull the reader in.”

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