Rob Thomas Quotes

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

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

Honestly I’m glad. Cases where stupid people do stupid things are really more my forte. Like this guy.” He picked up a folder from the mess on his desk. “He updated his Facebook account from inside a house he was robbing. Classic Cliff McCormack material. I’ll leave the murderers to someone who knows what he’s doing.

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.

Who’s a big fierce monster dog? Who’s a bloodthirsty hound from Hell? It’s you. Yes it is.

Thank you' ranks just below 'You ruined my life' and just above 'When I get my hands on you.

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

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and degenerate; think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.

Sometimes lightning struck twice; sometimes, one person got more than their share of suffering.

Some things you don't need until they leave you, they're the things that you miss

And she’d also found Logan again. Now he was her … what? New-old boyfriend? Lover? Skype buddy? Pen pal with benefits? Whatever his title, his e-mails filled her inbox. Sometimes he sent five a day, short and quipping. Other times he sent longer, more serious ones. She kept her tone light when she replied. That’d always been her MO — a joke, a jab. A way to deflect from what she was really feeling. A way to keep the nonstop ache of missing him from becoming too painful to survive. And honestly, what was there to say that would come close to what she felt? The moments they’d spent together before he’d shipped out on his latest naval tour had been the most peaceful she could remember — even with her anxiety about her dad. It’d been the first time she’d felt complete in a long time. And then, just like that, he was gone again.

There weren’t many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.

Each of us has a short ride on this earth and as long as we stay in our lane, and don't affect someone else's ride, we should be allowed to drive as we see fit.

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

Chatty, defensive, observant. My new favorite witness.