Richard Croker Quotes

Consistency is a beautiful word.

Consistency for me is everything.

My game is characterised by consistency.

I try to play the same way, play the same way over a longer period of time.

The possibility of saying anything about a thing rests on the assumption that it preserves its identity, or continues to be the same thing in the respect described, that it will behave in future situations as it has in past.

Continuity isn't actually something that I ever worry about. You use it where you need to, and you don't use it where you don't need to.

I will do as I usually do. Tomorrow is going to be a day like any other day.

I just want to play week in, week out.

It's about consistency.

Always the same thing.

When she is older she will see in these resemblances a regrettable uniformity among individuals (they all stop at the same spots to kiss, have the same tastes in clothing, flatter a woman with the same metaphor) and a tedious monotony among events (they are all just an endless repetition of the same one); but in her adolescence she welcomes these coincidences as miraculous and she is avid to decipher their meanings.

I strive for nothing if not consistency

Consistency is the horror of the world.

For me, personally, it is very important that the days are exactly the same, so I have routines. I do the same thing every day.

I never thought in a million years that I would do a weekly series.

Someone asked me about how it feels to wear the same costume every day and whether it gets tired or boring, but the good thing about it is that you know what to expect, every day.

Some people like to do everything always the same thing. That's another way: To do the same thing.

Always be consistent.

Everybody is doing the same old thing.

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

I'm truly, truly boring! I don't change. If people know me, I have not changed.

My days all follow much the same pattern. They are structured and typical.

If there was any magic formula, it was getting to pitch every fourth day.

With most Americans living on farms or in very small towns, and even ­city ­dwellers residing in ­close-­knit neighborhoods, everyone knew who belonged to which party and, even more important, who could deliver the goods. Party officials were true community leaders, not strangers with fancy titles. And these leaders ­made good—­to reformers’ eternal frustration. The infamous “Boss” William Marcy Tweed of New York was typical. In the 1870s, Tweed busily lined his and his buddies’ pockets while also passing out constituent services personally and spectacularly, ranging from Christmas turkeys for the needy to roads, buildings, and parks to transform Manhattan.

You can look different but have the same values. That's not diversity; it's conformity.