Martin Player's Ball Quotes

#1. Everybody knows what the dinner bell sounds like.

Bobby Adair

#2. It is not just Gould's playing but the fact that he stopped playing, turned his back on the world, that fascinated Bernhard. It

Thomas Bernhard

#3. He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.

Alexander Pope

#4. But kids like us grow up and need our own relationship with God, forged in the heart through time and experience, not draped around us by the church we attend. We need to know God for ourselves, not secondhand.

Frank E. Peretti

#5. People like me don't drive off happily into the sunset. We careen down jagged cliff sides.

Belle Aurora

#6. To make knowledge productive, we will have to learn to see both forest and tree. We will have to learn to connect.

Peter F. Drucker

#7. I find it somewhat reassuring that I'm not the only one who feels like I should be running around shouting, Where's the script? Where's the script? If only I had a script I'd know what the freak I'm supposed to be doing.

Patricia Briggs

#8. Everyone seems to know more than I do, and being on the shallow end of the information pool is starting to piss me off.

Kendare Blake

#9. Whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy ... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.

Maggie Stiefvater

#10. Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?

V. Theia

#11. I think there's one more thing Perry can forget, too: Being president.

Jay Leno

#12. I'll admit it to you now, and to anyone, anytime. I need you, Elise. I love you. You are mine. My woman, my mate, my beloved. My everything.

Tina St. John

#13. I don't like to have time on my wall; it's too-in-your-face.

Betsey Johnson

#14. A man's heart is stonier than the gravel he walks on.

Stephen King