“She was more of a marble statue under a cascade of moonlight, smelling like flowers and ivy—the glory of a weeping graveyard angel.” — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance. — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
All I cared was that she had never lied. She was honest in a world just the opposite, and a cool oasis in my… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads. — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
“Anyone with less intestinal fortitude, inhuman or not, would've been curled up on the floor sucking his thumb. I basked in the attention and… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
“When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“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… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
It is now. It is always now. Now is good. Now could be the best. My name is Catcher. My name was Catcher. My… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
Most kids don't believe in fairy tales very long. Once they hit six or seven they put away "Cinderella" and her shoe fetish, "The… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
“There are monsters among us. There always have been and there always will be. I’ve known that ever since I can remember, just like… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
