Naismith Quotes & Sayings

The officer hurried up to him, and half-saluted. "Admiral Naismith?" Iverson was no one he knew; at this level of the echelon the man must take him for a valued, but non-Barrayaran, ImpSec hireling. "The one and only. You can tell your men to relax. The installation is secured." "You secured it yourself?" Iverson asked in faint disbelief. "More or less." "We've been looking for this place for two years!" Miles — Lois McMaster Bujold

Basketball is a pure invention, — James Naismith

How does a kidnapping grab you?" She giggled inexplicably. "Absolutely not!" "Oh, you're going to make an exception in this case," she predicted with confidence, even verve. "Elli . . ." he growled in warning. She controlled her humor with a deep breath, though her eyes remained alight. "But Miles - our mysterious and wealthy strangers want to hire Admiral Naismith to kidnap Lord Miles Vorkosigan from the Barrayaran embassy." * — Lois McMaster Bujold

I am sure that no man can derive more pleasure from money or power than I do from seeing a pair of basketball goals in some out of the way place. — James Naismith

Admiral Naismith," said Quinn stiffly, "is not a dwarf. He's nearly five feet tall. And I am not 'in love' with him, you low-minded twit; I merely admire his brilliance. Professionally. — Lois McMaster Bujold

The invention of basketball was not an accident. It was developed to meet a need. Those boys simply would not play 'Drop the Handkerchief.' — James Naismith

In case of dispute, the umpire shall throw it straight into the field. — James Naismith

Basketball really had its origin in Indiana, which remains the center of the sport. — James Naismith

He watched his booted feet, dark and distant hillocks, waver before him as he was borne aloft. Feet first, it would have to be feet first. He barely felt the prick of the first IV in his arm. He heard Elena's voice, raised tremblingly behind him. "All right you clowns! No more games. We're going to win this one for Admiral Naismith!" Heroes. They sprang up around him like weeds. A carrier, he was seemingly unable to catch the disease he spread. "Damn it," he moaned. "Damn it, damn it, damn it . . ." He repeated this litany like a mantra, until the medtech's second sedative injection parted him from his pain, frustration, and consciousness. — Lois McMaster Bujold

Games have been called the lab for the development of moral attributes, but they will not, of themselves, accomplish this purpose. They must be properly conducted by competent individuals. — James Naismith