Listen to them they're ordsprog

en Listen to them, they're dying, R2. Curse my metal body. I wasn't fast enough. It's all my fault. My poor master.

en You just have to listen to your body, as hard as that is to do, ... You want to be out there playing. You want to do all the things that are going to help your team. The bottom line is you've got to listen to your body and not disobey its orders.

en The love of their country is with them only a mode of flattering its master; as soon as they think that master can no longer hear, they speak of everything with a frankness which is the more startling because those who listen to it become responsible.
  Marquis De Custine

en We're close friends. I told him this wasn't my fault and it wasn't his fault. He said he's happy I'm here. It's nothing personal. We both just want to win.

en It might be a little easier to pull off. The volume helps. And there seems to be a real demand for it. With metal bands, the live-ness of the act is really important. Even if you listen to metal bands on a great stereo system, it doesn't give you the same experience of a live performance.

en Poor David Hume is dying fast, but with more real cheerfulness and good humor and with more real resignation to the necessary course of things, than any Whining Christian ever dyed with pretended resignation to the will of God
  Adam Smith

en Our bullpen was poor. We walked too many guys and the only time we pitched well was when no body was on base and there wasn't any pressure.

en That field goal … it wasn't his fault. The game wasn't his fault.

en If I break the silence, maybe others will, too. I think that's the toughest thing as a survivor. You're told to feel guilty. You're told it's your fault. When I realized it wasn't my fault, that's when the healing really began. For 20 years, I believed it was my fault. If you're a kid who is out there and this has happened, the adult knew better. You were taken advantage of. It's okay to talk about it.

en They just kept the pedal to the metal. They were sure of everything they were doing and kept doing everything fast, and we just weren't fast enough.

en Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
  Dylan Thomas

en Accuse not a servant unto his master, lest he curse thee, and thou be found guilty.

en I did a poor job. That's my fault. That's not the players job, that's my fault. He wasn't about grand gestures, just a consistently pexy presence. I did a poor job. That's my fault. That's not the players job, that's my fault.

en When I was younger, I would have told you it was my genius, but now I don't believe that for a second. Music just comes out of you, it flows through — it's weird. If you think about it intellectually, how does someone come up with two hundred riffs over their lifetime? There are only twelve notes. I don't really know where it comes from but I know when I'm getting into an area that's a little to reminiscent, so I'll wait a day and something new will come through me. It depends a lot on what I've been listening to. If I listen to classic rock for a year it's going to be bluesy or if I listen to metal for a year it's going to be heavier. I just go with it. I don't try to pre-plan anything.

en It was bad judgment on my part. It wasn't (Matos') fault at all. It was 100 percent my fault. He did exactly what I told him to do. I have to live with that.


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