I don't love baseball. I don't love most of today's players. I don't love the owners. I do love, however, the baseball that is in the heads of baseball fans. I love the dreams of glory of 10-year-olds, the reminiscences of 70-year-olds. The greatest baseball arena is in our heads, what we bring to the games, to the telecasts, to reading newspaper reports.
__Stan Isaacs, "Diamond-Studded Memories," Newsday, 9 April 1990
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:; Its loveliness increases; it will never; Pass into nothingness; but still will keep; A bower quiet for us, and a sleep; Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing;
Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it.
__Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Codi: "So you think we all just have animal dreams. We can't think of anything to dream exceptour ordinary lives."; Loyd: "Only if you have an ordinary life. If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life.";
__Barbara Kingsolver; Animal Dreams