“” Let me take two shots in the arm and a punch on the nose and let me get on to the next thing.”

I don’t discuss basketball. I dictate basketball. I’m not interested in philosophy classes.

You better have great practices.

On how to make the game more exciting.

Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.

I went into a restaurant one night and ordered lobster, and the waiter brought me one with a claw missing.

Life is what you allow yourself not to see.

Do what you have to do as long as you don’t hurt people.

You can always tell the Catholic schools by the length of the cheerleaders’ skirts.

Winning is only important in war and surgery.

I come from New York where, if you fall down, someone will pick you up by your wallet.

Every obnoxious fan has a wife at home that dominates him.

If the waitress has dirty ankles, the chili is good.

The next time I will cry is when I die. My life has been that beautiful.

We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.

I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.

God didn’t miss any of us.

Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby’s arms, hell is when my baby’s not here.

My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.

Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.

We are bound no longer by the straitjacket of the past and nowhere is the change greater than in our profession of arms. What, you may well ask, will be the end of all of this? I would not know! But I would hope that our beloved country will drink deep from the chalice of courage.

Be not merely a man of letters! Let literature be an honorable augmentations to your arms, not constitute the coat or fill the escutcheon!

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate.

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven’t had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.