Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.
The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's at.
Life doesn't give you all the practice races you need.
I'd noticed him watching me for a year or so, especially when we'd play games where there was running or jumping.
Every morning, just like in Alabama, I got up with the sun, ate my breakfast even before my mother and sisters and brothers, and went to school, winter, spring, and fall alike to run and jump and bend my body this way and that for Mr. Charles Riley.
It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.
We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.
What's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice. ” "Maybe you should hit harder.
Writing is always a way, for me, of coming to some sort of understanding that I can't reach otherwise. It forces you to think. It forces you to work the thing through. Nothing comes to us out of the blue, very easily.
Anorexia was my attempt to have control over my body and manipulate my body and starve my body and shape my body. It was not a very good relationship. It was the sort of relationship my father had to my body. It was a tyrannical, "you'll do what I tell you" relationship.
The feeling about a soldier is, when all is said and done, he wasn't really going to do very much with his life anyway. The example usually is: he wasn't going to compose Beethoven's Fifth.