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If I Have A Choice Between Looking Something Up And Making It Up, I'll Make It Up Every Time.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.

Baseball Is The Most Perfect Of Games, Solid, True, Pure And Precious As Diamonds. If Only Life Were So Simple. Within The Baselines Anything Can Happen. Tides Can Reverse; Oceans Can Open. That's Why They Say, "the Game Is Never Over Until The Last Man Is Out." Colors Can Change, Lives Can Alter, Anything Is Possible In This Gentle, Flawless, Loving Game.

Someone Once Described The Pitching Of A No-hit Game As Like Catching Lighting In A Bottle.

Other People Get Into Occupations By Accident Or Design; But Writers Are Born. I Could Work At Selling Motels, Or Slopping Hogs, For Fifty Years, But If Someone Asked My Occupation, I'd Say Writer, Even If I'd Never Sold A Word. Writers Write. Other People Talk.