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 youโve 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.
Darynda JonesHeโd actually hit me! It didnโt matter that hitting me wasnโt really like hitting a regular girl and Iโd be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. Iโd just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.
Darynda JonesBefore I tell you, I have to know three things," I said. "Okay." "One, are you sitting down?" "Yes." "Two, are you mentally stable?" "More than you'll ever be." Well, that was uncalled for. "And three, how do you spell schizophrenia?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Nothing. I just wanted to see if you'd tell me.
Darynda JonesAmbulances were cool. โYou just want to fondle my extraneous body parts,โ I said to the EMT as I picked up a silver gadget that looked disturbingly like an alien orifice probe, broke it, then promptly put it back, hoping it wouldnโt leave someoneโs life hanging in the balance because the EMT couldnโt alien-probe his orifices.
Darynda Jones