Never knock on death's door. Ring the doorbell then run. He totally hates that. - T-shirt — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
You called me at four thirty-four....I hate four thirty-four. I think four thirty-four should be banned and replaced with something more reasonable,… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I suck at all this supernatural stuff. But I fry a mean chicken. Oh, good. I hate it when the nice ones… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
There is a fine line between love and hate, or haven't you heard? Sometimes it's hard to decipher exactly which emotion is… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally." "And you are the… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding." I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Oh, my god, I don't know. What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“If ever there was a time to carry a flashlight, it would definitely be at night.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
In three hundred feet, turn right," Darth Vader said. The Darth Vader. I felt like we were friends now. Like I could tell him… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“The asshole slipped Peggy a five-spot to bring him his burger first. Never trust a man with a penis.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“I reported to work the next morning looking like something the cat dragged in, half eaten yet somehow still alive.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
