Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.
I really love baseball. The guys and the game, and I love the challenge of describing things.
That is the way this game is -- you win, you lose, you celebrate and you suffer.
In a year that has been so improbable, the impossible has happened…
I've always felt, it's a gift of God, whatever I have, whatever has made me do what I do for as long as I do it. But I know I can lose that in one second. A stroke. Whatever. One second. Blow the whole thing. So, when you do think about that, you realize how fortunate and how blessed you've been, and that's really how I feel.
As long as you live keep smiling because it brightens everybody's day.
Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination.
I do believe that our modern English usage has become way too clipped and austere. I have been reading excerpts from the journals of 18th-century seafarers lately, and even the lowliest press-ganged deck-swabber turns a finer phrase than I do most days.
The act of making poetry is an act of hope.
Of course my family and friends are incredibly valuable to me. They keep me sane, they teach me things and I love spending time with them. I think that ranking what you value is a sort of western and linear way of looking at things.
Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.