Quotes from Rob Thurman

office by now. It still didn't take long to find him, though. You could only go so far when you were nothing but a torso and arms. He'd pulled his upper half into a patch of blackness, but I could still smell that

You have much in common with bad chicken salad...Nausea inducing occasionally deadly. A smell that is decidedly off...

I will kill you in your sleep, I swear to fucking God. I'll shove Nik's feather pillow so far down your throat that if you survive, you'll shit an entire flock of live geese the next day.

That was harsh. I didn't think my personality was species dooming. Not necessarily.

I could kill you with the ink pen by the cash register, a dirty glass, or a used napkin folded in the shape of a motherfucking swan. And don't think I wouldn't have enough time to do some origami, shove it down your goddamn throat and watch you choke on it before you could move.

I found my fantasy in movies and she found it in mermaids, but we both knew you needed something. The smarter you were, the more you saw the world for what it was, people for who they truly were, those inside-out people, and if that was all you saw... you'd be in therapy 24/7. You needed to make your own reality because the real version could make you doubt humanity.

I abandoned the crate and curled up on the floor. There was no risking a hotel now, not on the last night. There would be no electric blanket, no champagne, no room service. What a world. It was the same world that would end tomorrow night.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others." (Nightlife, Rob Thurman, 28)

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.

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.

All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine.

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.

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

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.