When you can throw 97 miles an hour and put the ball over the plate anytime you want, it's fun.

Work hard. And have patience. Because no matter who you are, you're going to get hurt in your career and you have to be patient to get through the injuries.

When you win, you want more of it. You can't win enough.

When I was younger and inexperienced, I was a very animated pitcher. I pitched with a lot of adrenaline. I was my own worst enemy when things weren't gong well.

I threw a lot of balls and walked a lot of batters. Not something I'm proud of, but something I learned from.

I expect to win. I've never been content with anything I've ever done.

The word 'potential' used to hang over me like a cloud.

Any time I've taken the mound, it's always been the old Samson-and-Goliath story written about me.

I'm tired of people questioning me because of my age. If you looked at my numbers and watched me throw and covered my birthdate, would age be an issue?

I've refined my mechanics, refined my pitches. I've gotten more confidence, and I've gotten more determination. I've got a better idea what I'm doing out there.

Nolan Ryan helped me with baseball, and my dad passing away gave me a bigger heart.

Daring life, optimistic living.

And to think I could be at home cleaning the cat box, " Esther Charlemagne said. "Watching for a Peeping Tom is so much better."~ Chapter 2 The Night Shadow by Cheri Vause

Her family was counting on her—to be responsible, to get good grades, to follow the rules, to be the good example. And more important, she expected those things of herself.

I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.

Can I work with corporations? Are there good corporations doing incredible cutting edge research and development? Absolutely they are. And we should be proud of them.

With all the arguments and discussions about the Vietnam War, what did the visual image do? It ended the war.

Because of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.

We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving by reflection.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.