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I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.

Barry Lyga

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Barry Lyga
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: September 11
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Men
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Complicated
Taste

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...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.
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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.
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Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply Life did not mean pain.
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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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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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. . . but there's a restraining order in place.' She speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. 'I'm not supposed to be this close to you.' You were never supposed to be this close to me,' I say, and I have no idea why.
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[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.
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Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself--over and over--not to do it.
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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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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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We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
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You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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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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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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Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton? The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.
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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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And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll just take them with me.... Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
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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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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 a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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