Pachinko Balls Quotes & Sayings

Why has pachinko swept Japan? It can hardly be the excitement of gambling, since the risks and rewards are so small. During the hours spent in front of a pachinko machine, there is an almost total lack of stimulation other than the occasional rush of ball bearings. There is no thought, no movement; you have no control over the flow of balls, apart from holding a little lever which shoots them up to the top of the machine; you sit there enveloped in a cloud of heavy cigarette smoke, semi-dazed by the racket of millions of ball bearings falling through machines around you. Pachinko verges on sensory deprivation. It is the ultimate mental numbing, the final victory of the educational system. - Lost Japan, Eng. vers., 1996 — Alex Kerr

Intelligence and skill can only function at the peak of their capacity when the body is healthy and strong. — John F. Kennedy

It is not the State that orders us; but it is we who order the State! — Adolf Hitler

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again. — Stephen King

You're late,' she announced. Her eyes gleamed.
'Sorry, Sunshine,' Leo said. 'Traffic was murder.'
'You are covered with soot,' she noted. 'And you managed to ruin the clothes I made for you, which were impossible to ruin.'
'Well, you know.' Leo shrugged. Somebody had released a hundred pachinko balls in his chest. 'I'm all about doing the impossible. — Rick Riordan

I just don't get it. I've spent my whole life hiding the things I can't do. Why run from the amazing things you can do? — Leigh Bardugo

Courage is fear on its knees. — Beverly Lewis

Chickens are true creatures of zen - they live only and absolutely for the moment. Their actions one particular second will not necessarily have any influence or bearing on their actions in the next second, nor are they necessarily influenced by their actions of the prior second. Chicken thoughts arrive in their tiny mad little minds like flashes of a strobe light, each light being an action, each flashing with the brilliance of a not very brilliant thing. Each action utterly random. The complete randomness of chaos. Chickens are notorious escape artists, not due to their ability to devise cunning plans as they huddle together in their coop beneath a bare light bulb, scratching out complex diagrams in the dirt, but simply out of sheet unpredictability. They are the pachinko balls of the animal kingdom, effecting their escapes through the simple device of, say, turning left for no particular reason. — Jeffery Russell