Though Jack Nubbins was extremely talented, Quenten Cassidy had viewed the Specter; when he reached down through the familiar layers of gloom and fatigue he generally found more there than a nameless and transient desire to acquire plastic trophies. He… — 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 was prepared, truly prepared to believe that it had not so much to do with chemicals and zippy mental tricks as with that most unprofound and sometimes heart-rending process of removing, molecule by molecule, the very… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share
“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 records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! We can become God’s own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race dark Satan till… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share
