By 1968, I had lived 10 years in Michigan. Gradually, I had come to love watching Detroit's baseball club in its small, beautiful, antiquated Tiger Stadium - a baseball park as fine as Fenway Park or Wrigley Field, though it never got the adulatory press.
When it comes to poetry, I think partly the numbers of people attempting to write poems is probably a result or the reaction to technology.
We approached Athens from the north in early twilight, climbing a hill. When we reached its peak, we were dazzled to look down and see the Acropolis struck by one beam of the setting sun, as if posing for a picture.
My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.
On September twentieth every year, I got to choose my menu - meatloaf, corn niblets, and rice were followed by candles on chocolate cake with vanilla icing and a scoop of Brock-Hall ice cream.
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Thanks New Hampshire...
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They say money can't buy happiness, but it can buy a flight to New Hampshire - and that's pretty much the same thing.
I grew up a Detroit Tigers fan, and now to be an owner of the Dodgers is amazing.
How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.
"Oh yes, time flies and before you know it you're old," said Pippi. "Come autumn I'll be ten, and I suppose I'll be past my prime then."
It's real, Six. You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.
I want you to help them open... because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.
This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.
The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.
The Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it.
Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
Hope is like a shard of glass. Tread on it, and you'll end up wincing with every step. The best policy is to tweezer it out. Sure, it will hurt like billy-o and the wound will take a while to heal, but after that you can walk again.
"Lost something?"
"Yes, my mind."
"Yes, my mind."
"It's no use fretting for what you can't get," croaked the raven. "Does being angry make any difference? Be sensible! What can you do about it?"
There are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go.
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.