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.

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.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

I'd be a monster fighter who rode the bus. It didn't get any more bad-ass than that.

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

He tried to turn me into a buffet?" I gritted my teeth. "Before he killed me? He couldn't kill me first and then eat me? That's just fucking rude.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

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.

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

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.

Good Samaritans: Truth, justice and the American way–for them it wasn't only a comic book code; it was a way of life. it was admirable, courageous, and inconvenient as shit. -Stefan, CHIMERA

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.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

No, you're not like me. You're better. A better person, a better goddamn everything. Now, eat your breakfast. And if you open your mouth to say you aren't everything I know you are, I'll stuff that bagel in it. Plain. Without cream cheese. Healthy food--the ultimate threat.

They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.

If there is no trust, there is nothing. Trust is all.

Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.