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Steve Carlton

Before every pitch, he would clench his neck and, from the dugout, you could see the cords running his collar to his jawbone. It looked like he was twitching and sucking air through his nose. This was in 1972, when he won 27 games for a last-place Phillies that won only 59 games overall. It was a piece de resistance nonpareil in the annals of the sport.

Larry Dierker

Steve Carlton

Before every pitch, he would clench his neck and, from the dugout, you could see the cords running his collar to his jawbone. It looked like he was twitching and sucking air through his nose. This was in 1972, when he won 27 games for a last-place Phillies that won only 59 games overall. It was a piece de resistance nonpareil in the annals of the sport.

Larry Dierker

Rory Gallagher
If there was one fault with the boom in the 1960s, it was that it was very straight-faced and very pontificatory, or whatever the word is. It used to annoy me that there was an attitude of ‘Thou shalt not play the blues unless you know who played second acoustic guitar behind Sonny Boy Williamson the first on the B-side of whatever.’ That kind of thing gets music nowhere, it’s like collecting stamps. I mean, I buy books on the blues and I check out the B-sides and I know who plays on what records and that’s fine. But then you’ve got to open that up to the rest of the people. Because that kind of snobbery defeats the purpose; it kills the music.

Rory Gallagher

If there was one fault with the boom in the 1960s, it was that it was very straight-faced and very pontificatory, or whatever the word is. It used to annoy me that there was an attitude of ‘Thou shalt not play the blues unless you know who played second acoustic guitar behind Sonny Boy Williamson the first on the B-side of whatever.’ That kind of thing gets music nowhere, it’s like collecting stamps. I mean, I buy books on the blues and I check out the B-sides and I know who plays on what records and that’s fine. But then you’ve got to open that up to the rest of the people. Because that kind of snobbery defeats the purpose; it kills the music.

Cormac McCarthy
You do not know what things you set in motion, he said. No man can know. No prophet foresee. The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments. Do you see? Not everything has such value.

Cormac McCarthy

You do not know what things you set in motion, he said. No man can know. No prophet foresee. The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments. Do you see? Not everything has such value.

AA Bondy
You’re caught between the mirror and the countryAnd caught up in a prayer of liars’ wordsThe hounds are on your scent, you must move swiftlyTheir spies just tellin’ lies of what they heardAnd once there was a time to join the armyAnd once there was a time to hear the newsAnd once there was a time for easy silenceBut now the jury waits for you
AA Bondy - Witness Blues

AA Bondy

You’re caught between the mirror and the country
And caught up in a prayer of liars’ words
The hounds are on your scent, you must move swiftly
Their spies just tellin’ lies of what they heard

And once there was a time to join the army
And once there was a time to hear the news
And once there was a time for easy silence
But now the jury waits for you

AA Bondy - Witness Blues

Le Corubsier
If your eyes could penetrate the opaque masses of the facades, they would see an incredible spectacle: three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand men and women - perhaps more - at work in a pool of space at the same time. A humanity having broken its millenary destiny which was to be attached to the ground, which is suspended between heaven and earth, going up and down at high speed in clusters of twenty and in sheaves of two hundred. Is it a new scene in purgatory? 

Le Corubsier

If your eyes could penetrate the opaque masses of the facades, they would see an incredible spectacle: three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand men and women - perhaps more - at work in a pool of space at the same time. A humanity having broken its millenary destiny which was to be attached to the ground, which is suspended between heaven and earth, going up and down at high speed in clusters of twenty and in sheaves of two hundred. Is it a new scene in purgatory? 

Jim James
All alone at the end of the dayReally tired it’s time to hit the hayIt was always good to hear you sayYou never were a drawback, You always were an asset, You never were a drawback, No, you weren’t Put away your corset, Put away your shoes, Put away the old September blues
My Morning Jacket - Old Sept Blues

Jim James

All alone at the end of the day
Really tired it’s time to hit the hay
It was always good to hear you say
You never were a drawback, 
You always were an asset, 
You never were a drawback, 
No, you weren’t 
Put away your corset, 
Put away your shoes, 
Put away the old September blues

My Morning Jacket - Old Sept Blues

Sinclair Lewis
Not through wolf-haunted forests nor purple canyons, but through tiled hallways and elevators move our heroes of today. An unreasonable world, sacrificing bird-song and tranquil dusk and high golden noons to selling junk - yet it rules us.

Sinclair Lewis

Not through wolf-haunted forests nor purple canyons, but through tiled hallways and elevators move our heroes of today. An unreasonable world, sacrificing bird-song and tranquil dusk and high golden noons to selling junk - yet it rules us.

Sean Astin
Down here it’s our time. It’s our time down here.

Sean Astin

Down here it’s our time. It’s our time down here.

Tom Stoppard
We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

Tom Stoppard

We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

Dizzy Dean

You were attracted by the graceful rhythm of his pitching motion; the long majestic sweep of his arm as he let the ball fly, the poised alertness after the pitch. That was what counted and you knew it when batter after batter swung ineptly at pitches they couldn’t even see.

Norman Cousins

Dizzy Dean

You were attracted by the graceful rhythm of his pitching motion; the long majestic sweep of his arm as he let the ball fly, the poised alertness after the pitch. That was what counted and you knew it when batter after batter swung ineptly at pitches they couldn’t even see.

Norman Cousins

Peter Grant x Robert Plant x John Paul Jones

When Zeppelin trashed a Seattle hotel room, Grant had to pay the manager for damages in cash. The manager said: “I’d love to be able to do that - just wreck a hotel room and get away with it.” Grant took out $5,000 in dollar bills and said: “Here, have one on me.” The manager smashed up the room of his choice.

Chris Welch

Peter Grant x Robert Plant x John Paul Jones

When Zeppelin trashed a Seattle hotel room, Grant had to pay the manager for damages in cash. The manager said: “I’d love to be able to do that - just wreck a hotel room and get away with it.” Grant took out $5,000 in dollar bills and said: “Here, have one on me.” The manager smashed up the room of his choice.

Chris Welch

Hüsker Dü
Was this your celebrated summer? 
Was that your celebrated summer? Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there
Husker Du - Celebrated Summer

Hüsker Dü

Was this your celebrated summer? 

Was that your celebrated summer? 

Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds 
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there

Husker Du - Celebrated Summer

Joseph Heller
“Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?’ Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. ‘This long.’ He snapped his fingers. ‘A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you’re an old man.’
'Old?' asked Clevinger with surprise. 'What are you talking about?'
'Old.'
'I'm not old.'
'You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow down?' Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.
'Well, maybe it is true,' Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. 'Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?'
'I do,' Dunbar told him.
'Why?' Clevinger asked.
'What else is there?”

Joseph Heller

“Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?’ Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. ‘This long.’ He snapped his fingers. ‘A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you’re an old man.’

'Old?' asked Clevinger with surprise. 'What are you talking about?'

'Old.'

'I'm not old.'

'You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow down?' Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.

'Well, maybe it is true,' Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. 'Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?'

'I do,' Dunbar told him.

'Why?' Clevinger asked.

'What else is there?”

John Muir
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

John Muir

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Rickey Henderson

He has a strike zone the size of Hitler’s heart.

Jim Murray

Rickey Henderson

He has a strike zone the size of Hitler’s heart.

Jim Murray

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