I threw so hard (after striking out Art Fletcher & Doc Crandall in the 9th inning of Game 1 of the 1912 World Series) I thought my arm would fly right off my body.

Baseball is all I ever wanted. I could eat, sleep, and dream baseball.

I threw so hard I thought my arm would fly right off my body.

When I wasn't lying awake thinking and planning and fighting over that furious pennant race, I was dreaming restless dreams about it.

In fairy tales they all seem perfect, but really they are just as troubled as we are!

It is common to seek perfection, but it is stupid to believe that you will ever reach it.

If a scene is longer than three pages, it better be for a good reason.

I'd always wanted to write books ever since I was a kid.

My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. "It's me," said a familiar voice. ..."Eric, what are you doing here?" "Snuggling.

I have a great family that loves me, a record deal at 14, and I get to do what I love every day.

Your weaknesses will never develop, while your strengths will develop infinitely.

I think Obama is handling his image very well, but I think he lacks boldness.

The only free road, the Underground Railroad, is owned and managed by the Vigilant Committee. They have tunneled under the whole breadth of the land.

It's the moms who are overaggressive. A lot of times their daughters are very sweet and cordial, and the moms tend to grab you and scream and want to kiss you. You gotta watch out for the moms.