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.
BARRY LYGAHomecoming’s stupid.” And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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I just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.
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…She’s not buying [the lie], but there’s nothing else on the shelves.
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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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You can’t rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don’t love Jecca. I don’t love Fanboy. But… God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won’t they. I don’t love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.
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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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The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
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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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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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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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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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(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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He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.
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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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It’s not an easy choice, but that’s OK. Easy doesn’t equal good. Difficulty doesn’t equal bad. It’s just life, is all.
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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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