Rob Thomas Quotes

Veronica’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She held the revolver straight out from her body and breathed slowly, deeply, the hot-metal smell stinging her nostrils. She tried to relax her shoulders.

His image shifted jerkily once, twice. She caught the sound of his voice deconstructed into halting and meaningless syllables. And then the window went dark.

What do you think? More cheese? Less cheese? Different cheese?

In Neptune, the past was always grabbing at your ankles, trying to pull you back.

The twin pillars of outrage journalism: slut shaming and victim blaming.

The hazard of living in a place where you had so much history — so much pain and so much rage and so much love — was that every item could turn on you in a flash.

"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."

Veronica eased the car forward, narrowly missing two girls who stopped in the middle of the street to light each other’s cigarettes. They both held up their middle fingers in perfect unison. Veronica cheerfully flipped them off in return, then took a right toward Neptune’s Warehouse District.

It’s hard to look the people you love in the face when they’ve seen you fuck up everything you touch. Sometimes, it’s easier to rebuild your life if you’re with someone who’s been as low as you’ve been.

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.

Loose lips sink ships, Mr. Kiss and Tell.

Sure, there were a few more duct-taped tears in the vinyl seats, a few new dings in the fiberglass surfboards lining the walls, but the bacon was still crisp and pancakes were available twenty-four hours a day, the way the good Lord intended.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell; I know right now you can't tell; But stay a while and maybe then you'll see; A different side of me

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

Chatty, defensive, observant. My new favorite witness.