I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds. by Barry Lyga

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

Barry Lyga

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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.

labels useless energy

You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back i... by Barry Lyga

You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.

lines mirrors way

Not according to this," Jazz said, taking the report. "No evidence of sexual activity or anything like it." "Well, there's that," Howie said, sounding relieved. Jazz wondered at that - was it really so much better to be unmolested, but still murdered in a horrible fashion? To die in pain and terror, stripped, left in a field, your fingers cut off? But as long as you weren't raped, well, that was alright, then? Did it really matter at that point?

fashion cutting pain

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.

doe hot thinking

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.

the-end-of-the-day team challenges

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?

cpr cutting girlfriend

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

drink feelings rivers

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrif... by Barry Lyga

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

stalking-me jazz ideas

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.

cutting flower heart

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate... by Barry Lyga

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

crazy hate skins

...called nine-one-one," Howie was saying, "and then I heard something in the alleyway, so I went back there and" --Howie coughed-- "and valiantly attacked his knife with my guts, to no avail." "Did you get a good look at him? Could you describe him?" Howie smiled wanly. "Yeah. He was about yay long" --he held up his hands, four inches apart-- "thin, made of steel. Pointy. Sharp.

knives long hands

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.

details grandmother imagination

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.

hate feelings mean

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?

what-if cutting alive

It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you. by Barry Lyga

It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.

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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.

car forever moving

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

hatred air years

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just s... by Barry Lyga

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

spring doors men

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.

hate opposites thinking

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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