Quotes from Barry Lyga

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!

Yes," Howie said solemnly. "I can teach you how to be more 'street'". "For God's sake…" "Or is it 'urban'? I can't remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.

Don't be stupid. You're a child. You don't know what it means to be in love." And she flung open the car door as if she wished she had the strength to rip it from the hinges, and stalked off to the house through the rain. That night, I lay in bed, troubled by what she'd said, blocking out the sounds of argument from my parents' room. Was love what my parents had? Yelling at eachother, worrying about money? Never smiling? Never happy? If that was love, then I didn't want it.

Kevin: 'Hey, Dad. How do you stop people from being stupid?' Dad: 'You don't.' Kevin: 'Really?' Dad: 'I've tried to explain to people when they're being stupid, but then I realized something: Most people like being stupid.' Kevin: 'I don't get it.' Dad: 'Some people just prefer it. It makes their lives easier if they let other people think for them.' Kevin: 'But that doesn't make sense. That's just stu...Oh...

Special kinda warm,

Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

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

I'm strong thanks to you, Kyra. You're my strength." And who the hell was she to put that burden on me? I was her strength? Then what did that mean as the cancer ate her from the inside out? What did that mean as she got weaker and weaker and weaker? When the cancer migrated her brain and made her forget things and space out randomly? You can't rely on other people to be your strength. You have to be your own strength.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

It was an ugly day. It was an ugly room. Except for the body.

He thought for a moment. About puppets. About being controlled. Everyone was controlled by something, the Impressionist knew. By a spouse. A parent. A boss. A friend. By one's own impulses, be they dark or light. Everyone was a puppet to something. Most people just couldn't see the strings, is all. And so they didn't believe they were puppets in the first place.

Love makes you weak. This I know for sure. Mom loved Roger. Roger loved Mom.And look what happpened there. She died. She thought her love made her strong. She kept telling me-after she was diagnosed-she ket telling me, "I'm going to beat this Kyra. I'm going to come out of it. I love you and I love your father and that love is my strength. You're my strength.

Even the lies were true.

You don't break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don't.

The world pretty much sucks most of the time. But the point of life isn't to live in a world that doesn't suck. The point is to try to make it suck a little bit less.

When you feel like things are out of control, you take control. Yeah, that's what you do. Take control. So, yeah. Oh, yeah.

If you don't feel anything, you can't be hurt.

Homecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.

Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.

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.

She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.

You know how that goes, G. William," Jazz said lightly. "If you outlaw police scanners, only outlaws will have police scanners.

People can wonder and ponder and imagine all they want. But their curiosity does not entitle them to enter my world.

You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.