Final Inning Quotes & Sayings

They want to own the world, but it seems you already own a people. — Robert Jordan

The most pernicious of absurdities is that weak, blind, stupid faith is better than the constant practice of every human virtue. — Walter Savage Landor

One strange quality of writing about political campaigns is that it's a little like writing about a baseball game inning by inning. We presume we can say something about the final result from the state of play a third of the way through. You can when a game is a colossal blowout, but you can't when it's close. — John Podhoretz

It's too easy to get swept up; doing things because the opportunities are there, not because we're burning to do them. — Sam Sheppard

The Set animal's jaws were pried open so fast that it yelped and let go of my arm. I stood, now encased in a magical barrier twice my normal size, and kicked Leroy into a wall.
Good! said Horus. Now dispatch the beast to the netherworld!
Quiet man. I'm doing all the work. — Rick Riordan

Sometimes when things happen, it's best to run. Solve the problem later, don't think about it then, just run.

Statement from my character, Brian Cain, in the upcoming book, The Final Inning, Dark Days Ahead. — Ernest Grant

When I was sixteen, I wrote an essay about why women should remain barred from combat in the U.S. military. I found it recently while going through some old papers. My argument for why women shouldn't be in combat was because war was terrible, and families were important, and with all these men dying in war, why would we want women to die, too?
That was my entire argument.
"Women shouldn't go to war because, like men do now, they would die there."
I got an "A. — Kameron Hurley

The game jostled back and forth, and then came the final inning. Some player named Casey came to bat, like his teammates, looking like a rock. Lightning ripped through the air as rain came down in sheets. The scoreboard said the horses were beating the rocks by two points, but there were two men on base. If Casey hit a homerun, the rocks would beat the horses. If not, too bad for the rocks.
This man, Ben, and the two people with him looked horrified as this Casey came to bat. They had red shirts with horses painted on them. They jumped up and down for joy when they saw the final pitch, and Casey sulking back to the dugout. He had struck out. After the game, the four hiked back to a very small car. — Molly Maguire McGill

If it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness. — James Joyce

Cooking is more than an art; it is a gift. Genius, and genius alone, can prepare a feast fit for the feaster. — William H.H. Murray