Top 450 Darynda Jones Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Apparently, in high school, Cookie had been voted Person Most Likely to Die Any Second Now.”

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352. “According to this, it’s not the Twelve that is going to be the undoing of the Daughter of Light, but the Thirteenth Warrior.” “Antonio Banderas is going to be my undoing? I’m rife with anticipation.”

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353. “When I’m not scouring through the backstreets of every city in the state, I keep an eye on the girl. My girl.”

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354. “The woman eyed Ubie a moment before grabbing a pen and writing down the dates I had. Ubie eyed her back. Sparks flew.”

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355. “No dead people beyond this door,′ ” he read aloud from beyond the door. ” ‘And, yes, if you suddenly have the ability to walk through walls, you’re dead. You’re not lying somewhere in a drainage ditch waiting to wake up. Get over it, and stay the hell out of my bathroom.”

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356. “When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.”

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357. “Aw. She thought I was fruity. I got that a lot.”

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358. “Tequila often gave people the desire to tackle the impossible. It did not, however, make impossible possible.”

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359. “We were venturing onto uncomfortable ground. Compliments weren’t part of our MO. Passive-aggressive insults were. Mild threats. A little nagging here and there.”

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360. “Just as I put my plate on my desk, I noticed a priest waiting in Cookie’s office. He was wearing a jacket and jeans, but the collar gave it away every time. We’d apparently forgotten to lock the door, but in all my years as a PI, a priest was new. I felt like I should do the sign of the cross as I walked forward, but I could never remember if it was up-down-left-right or up-down-right-left. I was so bad with directions.”

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361. “She said her mother has a strap-on named Event Horizon.” I hid a burst of laughter behind a cough, then asked, “Do you know what a strap-on is?” She gave me a look of incredulity. “Of course. I know what a bra is. You strap it on.” “Right.” I patted her shoulder. “Well, some people name their bras. Personally, I find the practice bizarre.” She giggled. “You name everything.” “Not my bras. Who does that?” I.”

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362. “The departed exist on one plane, and the human race exists on another, and somehow – whether by freak accident, divine intervention, or psychological disorder – I exist on both. A.”

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363. “We were venturing into Denialville again, which was not nearly as fun as Margaritaville.”

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364. “I’m not sure I can physically handle much more of this “getting out of bed” nonsense.”

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365. “I caused more trouble than gonorrhea.”

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366. “We watch movies while Uncle Reyes makes cockporn.”

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367. “I am a huge believer in revelations and fun twists.”

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368. “Guys made this stuff look so easy. The only things I liked to scale on a semi-regular basis were those same guys who made this stuff look easy.”

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369. “The dreams continue for over a month. Each reveals a new facet of her personality. One night, she is wild and unpredictable. The next, she is shy or giggly or coy. She laughs and growls and bites and sucks.”

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370. “Who is Dr. A. von Holstein? And is he related, by chance, to a race of cows?”

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371. “How he could have such a reaction with me looking like the Pillsbury Doughboy astonished me. He was kinky. I’d take it.”

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372. “Does workman’s comp cover paper cuts?” “Do chickens lay snowballs?”

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373. “I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means.”

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374. “His presence made the air crackle with electricity, mostly because of all the spontaneous ovulating going on when he walked in.”

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375. “Paperbacks make the world go round. Okay, maybe only my world. Either way paperbacks rock!”

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376. “And as your writing evolves, what you need and get from it evolves.”

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377. “I don’t want you to forget this moment. In about a week, I’ll come up with a scathing retort. – T-SHIRT.”

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378. “Misery loves company, which explains my sudden popularity. – T-SHIRT.”

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379. “I stood, crossed over to my office and poured him a cup, then asked if he liked his coffee like I liked my Death Stars: gigantic, on the Dark Side, and powerful enough to destroy a planet. He laughed softly. “A little cream is fine.” “One coffee high coming up,” I.”

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380. “I breathed in the heat that spiraled around him. He gave me every ounce of attention he had to offer, focused like a leopard focusing on his prey, just long enough to cause a warmth to crack open and spill into my chest. Over my stomach. Between my legs.”

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381. “Agent Carson pulled up in her SUV. We’d thrown her when we both climbed into her official vehicle, but I quickly explained that Reyes, my affianced, had separation anxiety.”

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382. “And he was damned nice to look at, even when he scowled. In fact, if I were totally honest, that scowl only added to the allure that was Reyes Farrow. Damn it. When I scowled, I looked constipated. Leave it to the son of Satan to turn a scowl into the stuff of fantasies.”

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383. “I’m not pubescent, darlin’. I’m pretty sure I can last more than fifteen minutes.”

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384. “I once made a pot of coffee so strong, it opened a jar for me. – T-SHIRT.”

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385. “His hold was tight but tender, his breaths hoarse and ragged. I held his head to my chest for a long time, and I didn’t want to let go. I never wanted to let go.”

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386. “I’d considered therapy, but the never-ending search for mental stability would cut into my couch potato time. That couch was not going to sprout roots itself.”

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387. “I liked my Death Stars: gigantic, on the Dark Side, and powerful enough to destroy a planet.”

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388. “Her face, a face that had been rosy not thirty seconds earlier, paled at my suggestion. She backed away as though I’d just told her I was going to murder her and keep her heart in a jar on my desk. I would never do such a thing. I’d keep it in a jar in the cupboard. I wasn’t morbid.”

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389. “Not just power,” Garrett said, growing excited. “Unimaginable power. According to his prophecies, you will recruit a warrior, a scholar, a prophet, gatekeeper, a warden, and a couple of other figures Dr. von Holstein is still working on.”

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390. “Humor is so subjective, not everyone is going to get what you are peddling. Others will be offended when what you meant no offense whatsoever. Those are the stakes. You have to be able to stand up for yourself and what you’ve written. Comedy pushes limits, makes people uncomfortable, and is a natural reaction to the environment. Otherwise, as I said, it is forced. Let it flow and give your characters permission to cross a line or two, but only if you can take the heat afterward.”

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391. “I really just wanted to make sure my psychotic, sleep-deprived husband wasn’t wrestling hellhounds. That would have been a great metaphor if it weren’t real. I’d have to remember it. Use it metaphorically later.”

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392. “No, I need your daughter.” Every.”

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393. “You know how you heal really fast?” I stood and walked to the doorway that separated our offices. “Yes,” I answered, wondering where she was going with this. She was sucking the side of her index finger. “Maybe if you lick my cut, your spit will heal me fast, too.” “Dude,” I said, tamping down a giggle, “I’m not licking your cut.” “Just lick me.” She held out her finger. “This is going to be tender for days.” “I’m not licking you.” A line I rarely said aloud.”

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394. “Nothing about her environment would be safe. I caused more trouble than gonorrhea.”

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395. “We watch movies while Uncle Reyes makes cockporn.” Everyone in the immediate area stilled while Reyes and I pressed our mouths together, trying not to crack up. This was a serious situation, and cracking up now would just be wrong. “Popcorn, honey,” Amador said. Then he looked at Bianca. “Hon, she really needs to learn how to say that word.”

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396. “Clearly you do not understand the innate intricacies and often illogical drives of an A freak.”

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397. “It was one thing to die. It was another to lose one’s soul. To come to a complete end. To exist no longer.”

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398. “I could be irksome when I put my left ventricle into it.”

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399. “Better to see dead than be dead.”

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400. “I thought about throwing my grocery bags at him and making a run for it, but those avocados were expensive. Damn my love of guacamole.”

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