Cassidy's heart tried to leap out through his taught skin and hop into his wet hands. But outwardly it was all very calm, very serene, just as always, and it seemed to last a tiny forever, just like that, a… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as diamond;… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“What was the secret, they wanted to know; in a thousand different ways they wanted to know The Secret. And not one of them… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“The relatively thin distance runners ate more than you would expect (Cassidy loaded his tray with three scrambled eggs, two pancakes, sausage, nearly a… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
A runner is a miser, spending the pennies of his energy with great stinginess, constantly wanting to know how much he has spent and… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“If his heart raced with excitement of the challenge he would have to make it slow again, like he always did, calming himself, making… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“He Was not a health nut, was not out to mold himself a stylishly slim body. He did not live on nuts and berries;… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
He ran his hand up and down his left achilles tendon. Very tender; better pay attention to it and back off if it gets… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
Training was a rite of purification; from it came speed, strength. Racing was a rite of death; from it came knowledge. Such rites demand,… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
Hey listen, I already have a complete list of silver linings. It's the goddamn cloud that's killin me. — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
