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 LYGAI 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.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They’ll just spring on you like a ninja.
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Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.
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I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
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Look, my dad has a saying – we’ll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
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A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
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…She’s not buying [the lie], but there’s nothing else on the shelves.
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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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It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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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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(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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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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Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.
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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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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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