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  • #1
    Rob Thurman
    “He tried to turn me into a buffet?” I gritted my teeth. “Before he killed me? He couldn’t kill me first and then eat me? That’s just fucking rude.”
    Rob Thurman, Blackout

  • #2
    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, Roadkill

  • #3
    Rob Thurman
    “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, Nightlife

  • #4
    Rob Thurman
    “We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.”
    Rob Thurman, Nightlife

  • #5
    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, Nightlife

  • #6
    Rob Thurman
    “No, you're not like me. You're better. A better person, a better goddamn everything. Now, eat your breakfast. And if you open your mouth to say you aren't everything I know you are, I'll stuff that bagel in it. Plain. Without cream cheese.

    Healthy food--the ultimate threat.”
    Rob Thurman, Basilisk

  • #7
    Rob Thurman
    “The fact that the bodies weren’t my first concern–-pissing and bodies were, in that order—-helped too. Killers have different priorities.”
    Rob Thurman, Blackout

  • #8
    Rob Thurman
    “Wouldn’t you leave a light on? Knowing what I knew and not knowing anything else at all, why would I want the darkness where the monsters hide?
    Because killers hide there too.”
    Rob Thurman, Blackout

  • #9
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay



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