Quotes About Thomas

Thomas looked like he was about to talk some smack at the malk, but only for a second. Then he frowned and said, It's odd. You sound like...like a grade-school teacher. Perhaps it is because I am speaking to a child, Cat Sith said. The comparison is apt. Thomas blinked several times and then he looked at me. Did the evil kitty just call me a child?

Thomas said] I have my cell phone on me. Try to call before things start exploding. Maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe I'll work everything out through reason, diplomacy, dialogue, and mutual cooperation. Thomas eyed me. I tried to look wounded. It could happen.

And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it? Murphy asked. Wanna kill him or something. I don't know, Thomas said, nodding. They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today. Roger Moore Bond villains? Murphy asked, her tone derisive. Seriously? Be silent, mortal cow, snarled one of the Sidhe. Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. Yeah, okay. You.

Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place. Molly's voice sharpened. I don't even have a place, she said. I still live at my parents' house. Less whining, Thomas said, his voice cool. More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed.

Thomas came last, buckling on his gun belt, which was currently hung with his ridiculously huge Desert Eagle, just in case we were attacked by a rabid Cape buffalo.

I did tell you, I said. I told you at Mac's that I'd give you a ride home, but I had to run an errand first. Thomas scowled. An *errand* is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is *not* getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, people. Chat time is over. The girl's about to pass out on her feet. Thomas is dying. So both of you shut your mouth and help them." Raith whipped his head around to stare daggers at me. His voice was cold enough to merit the use of a Kelvin scale. "I do not respond well to demands." I ground my teeth and said, "Both of you shut your mouth and help them. Please." And they say I can't be diplomatic.

I'll have my cell phone on me. Try to call me before things start exploding." "Maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe I'll work everything out through reason, diplomacy, dialogue, and mutual cooperation." Thomas eyed me. I tried to look wounded. "It could happen.

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

The federal government will have become their enemy..." Thomas echoed in a disbelieving voice. "I fear there is no turning back from the

Death had to take Roosevelt sleeping, for if he had been awake, there would have been a fight.

I did not seek love with Thomas, but I did not resist it. And now I am trapped in desire like a butterfly with its feet in honey, and the more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

Maybe Thomas had been right in his observation that geniuses and Obscurists had something in common.

Ester saw that she'd used belladonna drops to dilate them, sacrificing the day's vision for the chance to seem to Thomas more melting, more womanly.

I believe the only lesson Thomas took from Oxford was that he detested schooling.

If my gift has a giver other than indifferent Nature and comes with a purpose, then the angel in charge of the Odd Thomas account must be operating on a shoestring budget.

Rumors or no, Thomas, if the men strike, we'll see fecal gravity at work like never before. Ain't a man in this room who won't be covered in shit.

He's the original recycler,' agreed Peter. 'He collects conversations and events then uses them years later, against you. Recycle, retaliate, repulse. Nothing's ever wasted with our Thomas.

In companies whose wealth is intellectual capital, networks, rather than hierarchies, are the right organizational design.

Whether it's destiny or fate or whatever, I don't think I could do a French Laundry anywhere else.

Faith is the pencil of the soul that pictures heavenly things. Thomas Burbridge

probably the greatest concentration of talent and genius in this house except for perhaps those times when Thomas Jefferson ate alone.

DDT stood for Dangerous Darrell Thomas. Thomas had given himself the name when he was riding with a motorcycle club and was interviewed for a public radio magazine. The magazine writer got it wrong, though, and referred to him as TDT--Terrible Darrell Thompson--which lost something of its intent when expressed as initials; and since the writer got the last name wrong, too, Thomas never again trusted the media.

As is the inventor of murder, and the father of art, Cain must have been a man of first-rate genius.