No game in the world is as tidy and dramatically neat as baseball, with cause and effect, crime and punishment, motive and result, so cleanly defined.
Paul GallicoWhen two people loved each other they worked together always, two against the world, a little company. Joy was shared; trouble was split. You had an ally.
Paul GallicoNo one can be as calculatedly rude as the British, which amazes Americans, who do not understand studied insult and can only offer abuse as a substitute.
Paul GallicoHockey is a fast, body-contact game played by men with clubs in their hands and knives laced to their feet.
Paul GallicoThere is the little matter of disposal of droppings in which the cat is far ahead of its rivals. The dog is somehow thrilled by what he or any of his friends have produced, hates to leave it, adores smelling it, and sometimes eats it.
Paul GallicoIt is the custom to sneer at the modern apartment-house, television, big-city Christmas, with its commercial taint . . . office parties, artificial . . . Christmas trees . . . but future generations in search of their lost Christmases may well remember its innocence; yes, and its beauty, too.
Paul Gallico