The Void Game Quotes

#1. I am not a writer, but I have been told I write good emails.

Isabel Gillies

#2. I did a lot of work on energy efficiency at the White House. By the time I left we had taken the equivalent of six hundred cars a year off the road in reduced greenhouse gas emissions just in the White House complex.

William J. Clinton

#3. Memento Mori' means 'Remember you will die.

Lemony Snicket

#4. But their discovery of the void brings with it new implications: not only that they must continue on in their actions and diligence, no longer considered as duties but as gratuitous, senseless routines, but also the exhilarating realization that all is nothing but a game.

Pier Paolo Pasolini

#5. Audiences grew to like this duality of feeling, where you're both championing a character and you're revolted by them.

Kevin Spacey

#6. A cat, I am told, has nine lives. If that is true, I know how a cat feels.

Caryl Chessman

#7. My greatest point is my persistence. I never give up in a match. However down I am, I fight until the last ball. My list of matches shows that I have turned a great many so-called irretrievable defeats into victories.

Bjorn Borg

#8. I don't think anything in my game has regressed in the last couple years. I think I've only gotten better. I keep wanting to assume more responsibility in all parts of the rink.

Jonathan Toews

#9. As Rousseau could not compose without his cat beside him, so I cannot play chess without my king's bishop. In its absense the game to me is lifeless and void. The vitalizing factor is missing, and I can devise no plan of attack.

Siegbert Tarrasch

#10. It is not just that science and technology are possible means of great human satisfaction, as well as a matrix of complex dominations. Cyborg imagery can suggest a way out of the maze of dualisms in which we have explained our bodies and our tools to ourselves.

Donna J. Haraway

#11. Organized shuffleboard has always filled me with dread. Everything about it suggests infirm senescence and death: it's a game played on the skin of a void, and the rasp of the sliding puck is the sound of that skin getting abraded away bit by bit.

David Foster Wallace