Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now. Rob Thurman More Quotes by Rob Thurman More Quotes From Rob Thurman You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee. Rob Thurman drinkcoffeemorning I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven. Rob Thurman spacewritingpeople Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow. Rob Thurman favorite-placessuicidepeople As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it. Rob Thurman airwhitespring There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it. Rob Thurman dawnrainworld Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either. Rob Thurman memories Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without? Rob Thurman blockhalfworld Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part. Rob Thurman wallsearivers Most kids don't believe in fairy tales very long. Once they hit six or seven they put away "Cinderella" and her shoe fetish, "The Three Little Pigs" with their violation of building codes, "Miss Muffet" and her well‐shaped tuffet—all forgotten or discounted.And maybe that's the way it has to be. To survive in the world, you have to give up the fantasies, the make‐believe. Rob Thurman giving-upbelievekids What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads. Rob Thurman visionbeddancing At least that's what his note said, along with a scathing reminder that dishes didn't wash themselves and the fungus in the bathroom was one day away from evolving into sentient life. I folded the note into an airplane and sailed it across the room. It ended up perched jauntily on top of the ancient television. It looked good there and I left it as a tribute to freedom-loving fungi everywhere. Rob Thurman airplaneone-daytelevision Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week. Rob Thurman snap-judgmentdiaperstoilets Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in. Rob Thurman elderlybrokenhands Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later. Rob Thurman wanthomeheart All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine. Rob Thurman mines Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can. Rob Thurman maidssockclothes If there is no trust, there is nothing. Trust is all. Rob Thurman no-trustifs All I cared was that she had never lied. She was honest in a world just the opposite, and a cool oasis in my life. She was who she said she was, and everything Sophia, my mother, the pathologically manipulative liar, had never been. Rob Thurman oasismotherliars Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either. Rob Thurman windhandsfall They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too. Rob Thurman either-orcake
