I am not today, nor have I ever been a Jew, and as a matter of fact, I am uncircumcised.

I could give any woman in the world a piece and a move; to Gaprindashvili even, a knight.

I don't believe in psychology. I believe in good moves

I would rather be free in my mind, and be locked up in a prison cell, than to be a coward and not be able to say what I want.

I don't like American girls. They're very conceited, you know. In Europe they're more pleasant.

Chess is war over the board. The object is to crush the opponents mind.

The turning point in my career came with the realization that Black should play to win instead of just steering for equality.

Chess is a matter of delicate judgement, knowing when to punch and how to duck.

All I want to do, ever, is play chess.

America is totally under control of the Jews, you know. I mean, look what they're doing in Yugoslavia...

I give 98 percent of my mental energy to Chess Others give only 2 percent

In a world where you are constantly asked to be 'committed, ' it is liberating to give yourself the license to be a dilettante. Commit to nothing. Try everything.

We may have to struggle to achieve our goals, but our struggles may yield as much growth as our learning. The strengths we develop in overcoming challenges will be with us in the eternities to come.

I was not being mean. Mean was her mother giving her the name Bernice Woodward.Ryals, R.K.. Cursed (The Thorne Trilogy Book 1) (Kindle Locations 66-67). . Kindle Edition.

We all get to discover who we really are at some point, and when we do, it can be quite unsettling.

So each one of you agrees to disagree with whatever the other one agrees with, but if you both disagree with the same thing, aren't you really in agreement?

When life becomes an extended picnic, with nothing of importance to do, ideas of greatness become an irritant. Such is the nature of the Europe syndrome.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

The crotch, down where your nuts hang, is always a little too tight.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.