I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.
BARRY LYGAAnd I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
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Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless.”Anger” was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.
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Homecoming’s stupid.” And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
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If I think she’ hot and it turns out she’s a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I’m totally not ready for that kind of therapy.
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Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
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Unreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
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Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.
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Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
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And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
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Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.
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At the end of the day, it’s a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It’s a psersonal test every time I step into the batter’s box: Can I do better than the last time? And that’s why I love it.
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The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
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It just means that if someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn’t care about you, they’d just forget about you. They wouldn’t even waste the time hating you.
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Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
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