L.V. Jones Quotes

I mean, I haven't rushed to the answerphone once to see if anyone's aware of my existence in the world!

And honestly, given the choice of facing my mother or a vampire, I think I'd always choose the latter.

You’re a teenager. It’s all complicated.

These memories are part of my heritage, the fabric of my personality, and as real to me as the land itself.

Everyone's a knucklehead at one point or another.

The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface

The truth is what we say it is...prove to me this desk is not a cow!

Nobody touches my ding dongs!

The people knew then that Greg wasn't a monster, just a hungry animal.

A lot of people are alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.

Sovereignty is not to be considered as an attribute of God-in the sense of being a quality which exists in God (such as omnipotence and omniscience)-rather it is the result of His attributes.

I see the same sky above me, the same stars and moon, but nothing will ever be the same for me, because I love you.” Whoever said love was grand evidently had never been in love.

Reed wanted to believe, and he had to place faith in her, to have a life with her. “Ruby, the one thing I know for certain is I love you. I have faith in you. I believe in you.

True love is what makes life worth living.

She wanted to savor him slowly like a lemon cream pie on a lazy summer day. One bite at a time.

Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.

You've always done as you pleased, Princess. I can't change you, nor do I want to. You're strong, a fighter. And I've never wanted another woman as I want you.

The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart.

To secure his king's trust, his family's future, and perhaps even his own happiness, he needed to convince her he was more than a mercenary -- in fact, a man who would stand by her side.

I'll kiss your feet if you'd scratch my nose.

We are all in such a hurry, we want everything at once. We believe that all truth can be stated in a few minutes. The answer to that is that it cannot.

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Never wait for your muse. Train him/her to show up to work when you do by pushing on. It's a dominant submission thing.

I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.

Families help us learn what unconditional love is

I've known him since dirt was new, Papaw laughed. We go way back...Dawg Papaw, that's a long time! Mark exclaimed.

You know?” he asked.“Yes. I know what I am.”“You – you do?”“I’m a time traveler.

I am apparently the complete opposite of a sociopath. (Seriously. I took a test.) WHEW! ‪#‎dodgedabullet‬

If dat ghost have money, I tells him never to haunt you less'n he wants to lose it!

The main difference between a lawyer and a prostitute is that a prostitute won't screw you after you're dead.

If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.

There are two ways, ” he told me, “and they are love and not love. I choose love.

an unknown and forgotten treasure of the earliest Christians, a manual for living used by the generation of Jesus followers immediately after the apostles.

Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didn’t?

Developing your voice takes... time and practice.

There is a difference between fresh and weird. You never want to throw your reader out of the story. Keep it fresh but natural.

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

If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.

Hate is a useless emotion.

Who you going to believeWho you going to callThose lying eyesMight just might just tell all

Why would I want to fit in?

My name is Skippito Friskito. (clap-clap)I fear not a single bandito. (clap-clap)My manners are mellow, I'm sweet like the Jell-o, I get the job done, yes indeed-o. (clap-clap)

I remembered my father telling me when I was a little girl, "Guilt is bullshit. Don't ever let anyone make you feel guilty.

Letting go is the one last option I have and I am too stubborn to take it

It takes courage to stand for what you believe in.

Some day...as you grow older, you will find imagination sometimes produces a truth that is greater than any fact.

Of all the things I dislike, I hate women worst.

And now?" came my dad's voice. "Now who am I?" "The man who chose his girlfriend over his family." I turned and looked at my father. "Someone whose words I don't believe.

Her occupation was the worst that anyone could think of. No guest in the park had to think of it because, unlike the wandering dwarf women, her job had no bearing on paper.

I hate dialect. It gets in the way. If there is a need for dialect, you can render it quite easily by reproducing the rythm of that form of speech. Then you don't need to bother with silly spellings