For most baseball fans, maybe oldest is always best. We love baseball because it seizes and retains the past, like the snowy village inside a glass paperweight.

We learned how to love each other by loving together good things wholly outside each other.

Mere literary talent is common; what is rare is endurance, the continuing desire to work hard at writing.

Baseball is continuous, like nothing else among American things, an endless game of repeated summers, joining the long generations of all the fathers and all the sons.

If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can.

Great literature, if we read it well, opens us up to the world and makes us more sensitive to it, as if we acquired eyes that could see through things and ears that could hear smaller sounds.

Baseball is fathers and sons. Football is brothers beating each other up in the backyard.

Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers.

You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead.

If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn't wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.

To desire to write poems that endure-we undertake such a goal certain of two things: that in all likelihood we will fail, and if we succeed we will never know it

No one messes around with a nerd’s computer and escapes unscathed.

If you don’t like your appearance, then change it, but don’t keep doing nothing and then complaining about it, because it’s bo

Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him.

That last guy hit me awfully hard.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away.

He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe.

I don't care. People here have to find their own way, negotiate for themselves, use their own brains.

Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

The person who believes he must earn the right to go through the door of eternal life will miss the mark.