Young men have visions, old men have dreams.

My best girl is dead.

In entertainment value, the Democratic clambake usually lays it over the Republican conclave like ice cream over parsnips.

Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop.

As a ballplayer, (Dizzy) Dean was a natural phenomenon, like the Grand Canyon or the Great Barrier Reef. Nobody ever taught him baseball and he never had to learn. He was just doing what came naturally when a scout named Don Curtis discovered him on a Texas sandlot and gave him his first contract.