I'm actually reading a biography this week, not the fiction I normally read. I'm reading Gladiator: A True Story of 'Roids, Rage, and Redemption by Dan Clark, better known as Nitro from the original American Gladiators. But that doesn't mean it doesn't have some great lines for me to share.
For example, from the Introduction:
Come at me the wrong way tonight and you may not walk out of here alive.
And chapter one starts with:
What are the worst three words a child can here? We're getting divorced.
Jumping ahead to page 56:
Each day I feel more and more suffocated until I literally cannot breathe. I sit on Theresa's balcony one evening under the flow of the warm Southern California sunset, so consumed with the pressures I can't see straight. I have to remind myself to breathe. I take a good long inhale and feel the stirring of dreams in my stomach. I know I'm not done. I know something good is going to happen. I just have no idea what.
I've actually come at this book because Dan Clark started one of the mud runs I love to do. I'm really enjoying the book, and I'm almost half way through it.