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    I love Urban Fantasy, even though I'm inevitably compared to 'Supernatural,' only a little more edgy.
    — Rob Thurman
    Don't accept what's out there because that is all that's out there. Look for the new and unusual. Seek out what you genuinely want to read and don't settle.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: read 
     
    Writing monsters is fun, and it's easy. When I want one, I just reach under the bed and pull it out, kicking and screaming.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: fun  writing 
     
    I need it all: in-depth characterization, fantastic/warped world building, a plot that could out-race Secretariat, and a 'voice.' I need to hear a uniqueness in the author's voice.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: world  author 
     
    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.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: live  wonder  gone 
     
    If there is no trust, there is nothing. Trust is all.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: trust 
     
    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 Three Little Pigs" with their violation of building codes, "Miss Muffet" and her well"shaped tuffet-all forgotten or discounted.And maybe that's the way it has to be. To survive in the world, you have to give up the fantasies, the make"believe.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: fantasy  world  believe  kids 
     
    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
    tags: vision 
     
    At least that's what his note said, along with a scathing reminder that dishes didn't wash themselves and the fungus in the bathroom was one day away from evolving into sentient life. I folded the note into an airplane and sailed it across the room. It ended up perched jauntily on top of the ancient television. It looked good there and I left it as a tribute to freedom-loving fungi everywhere.
    — Rob Thurman
    Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: time  experience  human  faith  toilet 
     
    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 going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn't pistol-whipping" unless she tried to come back in.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: women  risk  broken 
     
    You're the little spoon, aren't you?
    — Rob Thurman
    Funny thing about faith ... it goes a lot faster than it comes.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: funny  faith 
     
    All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine.
    — Rob Thurman
    Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: heart 
     
    People-stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.
    — Rob Thurman
    It is now. It is always now. Now is good. Now could be the best. My name is Catcher. My name was Catcher. My name...my name... I am... I am lost, I am found and then I am free and I am happy. When I jump over that edge, someone leaps with me, shoulder to shoulder. I smell kinship on him. Kinship is all. I'm not alone. Never alone. I land, earth below me, moon above. I am wolf. We are pack. And that is all I need.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: earth  alone  lost  moon 
     
    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 a past life.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: past 
     
    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
    Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: boys 
     
    Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala-why am I even arguing about this with you?
    — Rob Thurman
    When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: hell 
     
    Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: trust  lies 
     
    There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: truth  world  rain 
     
    As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: standard 
     
    Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: people  suicide 
     
    You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.
    — Rob Thurman
    I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: people  space 
     
    Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: memory  rules 
     
    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 into my very center, I couldn't tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: death  soul  brain 
     
    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
    tags: live 
     
    We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.
    — Rob Thurman
    tags: world 
     
    I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.
    — Rob Thurman
    They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.
    — Rob Thurman
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