Logic must look after itself. In a certain sense, we cannot make mistakes in logic.
I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun. . . . It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
A ball bat is a wondrous weapon.
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
I never could stand losing. Second place didn't interest me. I had a fire in my belly.
The first time I faced him I watched him take that easy windup and then something went past me that made me flinch. The thing just hissed with danger. We couldn't touch him. . . Every one of us knew we'd met the most powerful arm ever turned loose in a ball park.
Happiness is possible only when we are kind to others and contented within.
We stopped eating meat many years ago. During the course of a Sunday lunch we happened to look out of the kitchen window at our young lambs playing happily in the fields. Glancing down at our plates, we suddenly realized that we were eating the leg of an animal who had until recently been playing in a field herself. We looked at each other and said, "Wait a minute, we love these sheep-they're such gentle creatures. So why are we eating them?" It was the last time we ever did.
Music fills the infinite between two souls.
I never worked with a dialogue coach before, but I'd hate it if an American did a British accent and didn't do it well. It would be insulting.