There are too many games being developed by people that have no business creating games.
Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.
Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
I was at the Olympic Games winning medals and I still doubted my image. I doubted what I looked like. That's sad.
The London Games will be designed for the athletes and we will provide them with the very best venues and the very best conditions to pursue their sporting dreams in London.
I like poems that are little games.
Everybody is playing games. There are games now for pretty much every age, every demographic.
Why, play we, these games of mere men?
Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.And the magical things you can do with that ballwill make you the winning-est winner of all.F...
I really like driving cars. I love car games.
Even the Us's are Them's.
If God wanted humans to play chess, he would have made us black or white.
You know they're not going to lose 162 consecutive games.
If history only remembers one in a thousand of us, then that future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.
Life is like Tetris; if it doesn't fit, just flip it over
We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children co...
Every step in life is merely part of a game. Every piece is necessary, but if you do not know how to control the game, then you become one of the pieces that are meant to be sacrificed.
I don't usually play games. I got added to one and was played.When I realize the creator I will be the coach, now that I've mastered the game.
You cannot outwit fate by placing little sidebets on the outcome of life. It's either you wade in and play in order to win or you don't play at all. - Matthew Farrell
When we were girls we rode horses disguised as bicycles