Rob Thomas Quotes

Ah, the twin pillars of outrage journalism: slut shaming and victim blaming.

I’m beginning to view democracy as the Siri of political systems. So much better in theory.

What do you think? More cheese? Less cheese? Different cheese?” Keith held up a measuring cup of shredded mozzarella and looked inquiringly at Veronica across the kitchen island. She was slicing tomatoes but paused mid chop to look up with one raised brow. “When is the answer ever less cheese?” “Fair point.” He dumped the entire cup into the mixing bowl and started to stir.

Nothing was worthless. Not if you knew who needed it. Not if you knew how to salvage it.

When the officer turned to face her, Veronica blinked.

Everyone's trusting in their hearts, like their heart don't lie

As I took Allison to the airport for her flight into San Francisco and the rest of her life, I thought about how lucky her father and I were to have had her in our lives. My time with her was over, though I was sure we would stay in touch. I kept thinking I should be sad, but I felt content more than anything. Now, I’m not saying I won’t want to call her every day, and she’ll probably die without me, but why ruin something so perfect trying to stay together?

Thank goodness for the U.S. Navy. I can at least put off telling Logan. The last thing I need is for my boyfriend to pick a fight with an international crime syndicate.

The words hit, a sucker punch that first inspired pain, then a powerful impulse to strike back.

I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.

Can you help me? I'm bent, I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together.

Chatty, defensive, observant. My new favorite witness.

Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN’T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she’d swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom’s favorite — or at least it had been, a decade ago.-page 218 of The Thousand Dollar Tan Line

In Vegas, the veneer of glamor was bright but thin. You didn't have to look that hard to see the darker realities that lurked beneath the surface.

If she's a prostitute, it's not rape so much as shoplifting, right?