He ran his hand up and down his left achilles tendon. Very tender; better pay attention to it and back off if it gets any worse. Maybe ice it. The ol…

- John L. Parker Jr.

The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials.

- John L. Parker Jr.

Though Jack Nubbins was extremely talented, Quenten Cassidy had viewed the Specter; when he reached down through the familiar layers of gloom and fat…

- John L. Parker Jr.

A runner is a miser, spending the pennies of his energy with great stinginess, constantly wanting to know how much he has spent and how much longer h…

- John L. Parker Jr.

Training was a rite of purification; from it came speed, strength. Racing was a rite of death; from it came knowledge. Such rites demand, if they are…

- John L. Parker Jr.

If the furnace is hot enough, anything will burn, even Big Macs.

- John L. Parker Jr.

There was no let-up. The tempo was always moderate but steady. If a new guy decided to pick up the pace, that's where it stayed, whether he finished …

- John L. Parker Jr.

No one promised you there would be universal justice.

- John L. Parker Jr.

Hey listen, I already have a complete list of silver linings. It's the goddamn cloud that's killin me.

- John L. Parker Jr.