...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?… — Barry Lyga Copy Share
“People can wonder and ponder and imagine all they want. But their curiosity does not entitle them to enter my world.” — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event -- it's a process. Forgiveness happens while you're asleep, while you're dreaming, while you're inline at the coffee shop, while you're showering, eating, farting, jerking off. It happens in the back of your mind, and then one day you realize that you don't hate the person anymore, that your… — Barry Lyga Copy Share
“Can they, like get fingerprints from her neck? Can they catch the guy that way?” “This guy isn’t an amateur. He probably used gloves.” “How do you know he isn’t an amateur, Sherlock?” “There’s bruising on the left-hand knuckles, and on the sides of both hands. Probably would be on the right-hand knuckles, too, if we had them.” “She hit… — Barry Lyga Copy Share
“Someone's on the rag," she chides, then grabs her crotch as if adjusting a cup. "And it's not me.” — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Here’s the thing about baseball-it’s not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is a lone man against the world. He stands in the batter’s box like a soldier and it’s up to him-and him alone-what happens next. But here’s the thing I didn’t understand until I was forced to,… — Barry Lyga Copy Share
This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore. — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
