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Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you getW.P. Kinsella
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Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.[ Eddie Scissons]W.P. Kinsella
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I'm not trying to bleed you. I want to renew you.W.P. Kinsella
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Writers are magicians. They write down words, and, if they're good, you believe that what they write is real, just as you believe a good magician has pulled the coins out of your ear, or made his assistant disappear.W.P. Kinsella
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Serenity is a very elusive quality. I've been trying all my life to find it.W.P. Kinsella
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I wonder if there are soft-spoken voices who deliver assignments to all of us in various times ... It is nice to think I have company-that others dance to the muted music I hear.W.P. Kinsella
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Perhaps crossing the barriers of time has freed me.W.P. Kinsella
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What causes all this?"" Pride. What else?W.P. Kinsella
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Growing up is a ritual, more deadly than religion, more complicated than baseball, for there seem to be no rules. Everything is experienced for the first time.W.P. Kinsella
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I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.W.P. Kinsella
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The kind of people I absolutely cannot tolerate are those who never let you forget they are religious. It seems to me that a truly religious person would let his life be example enough, would not let his religion interfere with being a human being, and would not be so insecure as to have to fawn publicly before his gods.W.P. Kinsella
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Any game becomes important when you know and love the players.W.P. Kinsella
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God what an outfield, ' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven, ' he says. No. It's Iowa, ' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit. I think you're right, Joe, ' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration. .W.P. Kinsella