Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“…and who are you, anyway?" "I'm Tina.” "Thank goodness!” I said so loudly she stepped back. "No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl.” "It's… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“I mean, not that I killed her just to get the car, or anything.” — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“Have you lost your teeny tiny mind, you too-tall, too-skinny, too-crazy jerk?” “Oh, look who’s talking, Miss Let’s Blunder Around the Time Stream and… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“I'm the wife of a king, and the mother of kings. And I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. So fuck off, Jack.- Queen… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
All writers are crazy. So never mind what the editors and your family and your critique group tells you. Submit your manuscripts and keep… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy. — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.” — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“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.” — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“Then she (Queen Christina) stood with the Prince and grinned like a monkey and waved like a fucked-up prom queen while about a thousand… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
“George paid for college by working for Cutco. Cutco is a company that makes and sells knives. Their salespeople go door-to-door. George Pinkman talked… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around). — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
