Rob Thomas

This is why you shouldn’t hire your friends. It’s all nice and professional until the insubordination starts. She sighed.

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

Dad always said this town could wreck a person, it's what happens when you're playing a rigged game. I convinced myself winning meant getting out.
But in what world do you get to leave the ring and declare victory? This is where I belong, in the fight. It's who I am.
I've rolled around in the mud for so long, wash me clean and I don't recognize myself. So how about I just accept the mud and the tendency I have to find myself rolling in it. My name is Veronica and I'm an addict. Hello Veronica.

No doubt, what with all that graft and corruption filling your schedule.

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

Not that I like having my direst preconceptions about humanity confirmed or anything. But I was right.

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?

"How hard do you think it'd be to hack into the database of a major research university?"
Mac hesitated. "Since you're asking me on a cell phone, in front of God and the NSA- impossible."

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

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

Salinger, Plath, Toole, the literature of choice for the brooding outcast.

Huh. Veronica Mars, speechless. I'll have to write this one in my feelings journal.

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

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.