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…

- 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

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…

- Rob Thurman

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

Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

- Rob Thurman

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 …

- Rob Thurman

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 eventuall…

- Rob Thurman

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

Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat.

- Rob Thurman