“Spartacus," I called, "how's it hanging?" Probably not too well. Once you're dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled under the couch. Raisins didn't… — 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
