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. — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
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… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“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… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“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.”… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“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… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
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
