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Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up

Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.

Rob Thurman
Elderly, Hands, Broken
Rob Thurman (2010). “Roadkill: A Cal Leandros Novel”, p.25, Penguin

Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week.

Rob Thurman
Snap Judgment, Toilets, Diapers
Rob Thurman (2006). “Nightlife”, p.42, Penguin

What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.

Rob Thurman
Dancing, Vision, Bed
Rob Thurman (2006). “Nightlife”, p.14, Penguin

Most kids don't believe in fairy tales very long. Once they hit six or seven they put away "Cinderella" and her shoe fetish, "The Three Little Pigs" with their violation of building codes, "Miss Muffet" and her well‐shaped tuffet—all forgotten or discounted.And maybe that's the way it has to be. To survive in the world, you have to give up the fantasies, the make‐believe.

Rob Thurman
Giving Up, Believe, Kids
Rob Thurman (2006). “Nightlife”, p.10, Penguin

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
Wall, Sea, Rivers

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Rob Thurman
Spoons, Littles

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