W.p. Kinsella Quotes

Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you get

~ W.p. Kinsella

Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.[Eddie Scissons]

~ W.p. Kinsella

I'm not trying to bleed you. I want to renew you.

~ W.p. Kinsella

Writers are magicians. They write down words, and, if they're good, you believe that what they write is real, just as you believe a good magician has pulled the coins out of your ear, or made his assistant disappear.

~ W.p. Kinsella

Serenity is a very elusive quality. I've been trying all my life to find it.

~ W.p. Kinsella

I wonder if there are soft-spoken voices who deliver assignments to all of us in various times ... It is nice to think I have company-that others dance to the muted music I hear.

~ W.p. Kinsella

Perhaps crossing the barriers of time has freed me.

~ W.p. Kinsella

What causes all this?Pride. What else?

~ W.p. Kinsella

Growing up is a ritual, more deadly than religion, more complicated than baseball, for there seem to be no rules. Everything is experienced for the first time.

~ W.p. Kinsella

I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.

~ W.p. Kinsella

The kind of people I absolutely cannot tolerate are those who never let you forget they are religious. It seems to me that a truly religious person would let his life be example enough, would not let his religion interfere with being a human being, and would not be so insecure as to have to fawn publicly before his gods.

~ W.p. Kinsella

Any game becomes important when you know and love the players.

~ W.p. Kinsella

God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says.No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit.I think you're right, Joe,' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration.

~ W.p. Kinsella