89 Quotes by Rob Thurman

I didn’t comment on the large knife he slid under the pillow. We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

Mama said there was always a catastrophe coming. Someone’s world was always coming to an end. It wasn’t our worry to change every ending, only the endings we could.

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

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.

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

Nice guy. Salt of the earth. The stick up his ass is just a bonus.” “Let us not make light of the rectally challenged.” Niko disposed of the mug with disdain, wiping his hand thoroughly on a towel afterward. “The condition is no doubt congenital. Completely beyond his control.

Get a grip, change your shorts, and move on to the task at hand.

You can’t choose, who you are. No matter how you struggle, some things will never change. And maybe they schouldn’t.