The Art of Fielding: A Novel
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Bad fielders stab at the ball like an enemy. This is antagonism. The true fielder lets the path of the ball become his own path, thereby comprehending the ball and dissipating the self, which is the source of all suffering and poor defense.
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Honey, just because people have more money than you doesn’t mean you have to conform to their ideas about fitting in.
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“And pockets in the uniforms.”
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Putting Henry at shortstop—it was like taking a painting that had been shoved in a closet and hanging it in the ideal spot.
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The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.
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If we’re not first movers on this, then we’re back in the pack.
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When it came to impressing someone you thought you might love, a year might as well be forever.
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Then, beyond what he’d done to Owen, there was the simple frustration of messing up in the field, something he hadn’t done in so long he’d forgotten that it was possible.
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No wonder he’d finally fallen in love—now that he had so little warmth of his own left to give.
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The name of the game is failure, and if you can’t handle failure you won’t last long. Nobody’s perfect.”
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“I’m just wondering what it’s like, to be so good at something and know it.
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He’d been tense all month. Hell, he’d been tense all his life.
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It was amazing the way people hemmed each other in, forced each other to act in such narrowly determined ways,
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“Tell me what it felt like, when you were walking off the field.”
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strange how little you wound up knowing about the people around you.
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Talking was like throwing a baseball. You couldn’t plan it out beforehand. You just had to let go and see what happened. You had to throw out words without knowing whether anyone would catch them—you had to throw out words you knew no one would catch. You had to send your words out where they weren’t yours anymore.
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A paradox better left unconsidered: they might never have made it here with their best player.
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It was time for her to say something, to do right by her father somehow, but it was impossible, there was too much to say and no way to say it.