[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don’t weigh anything.
BARRY LYGAI just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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This is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.
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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
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One time you told me that the opposite of love isn’t hate. And I didn’t understand that, but I think I do know. Because if you hate someone, you most still care, right? You have to care a little bit; otherwise you would just ignore them and forget they even live. Or lived.
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I do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
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I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
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(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.
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See, forgiveness doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not an event – it’s a process.
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Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They’ll just spring on you like a ninja.
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Yes,” Howie said solemnly. “I can teach you how to be more ‘street’”. “For God’s sake…” “Or is it ‘urban’? I can’t remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.
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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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The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
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I suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!
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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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It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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