Carlton Fisk Quotes

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

I tell you what, I was so shocked because I didn't think the ball had enough to get out. It's an absolutely incredible feeling. I can honestly say I did it.

I compare it to being in a car accident. There's so much adrenaline rushing through you that you remember being in the accident but you don't remember any of the details.

It is spectacular. From about five minutes in, when we knew for sure that we were going to have the weather to go, the smile on my face just got bigger and bigger, and I was just beaming through the whole launch. I mean, it is just an amazing ride.

People ask if I walk around and pinch myself. Yes, I do.

The first think I did when I found out I was a finalist, was, I don't remember, because it felt like it was an out of body experience.

I have a picture with Obama in my house, and I freak out every time I see it. I'm like, 'What the heck? Did that even happen?' It's like a dream.

A lot of the same joy and adrenaline rush that I felt after making a good play or winning in football I feel now after a successful surgery.

Every single race that I get on the podium in biathlon, I'm shocked.

I didn't think the real Neal Schon would call a guy like me. I'm just a guy from the Philippines.

Scoring a goal is an explosion of feelings. It's there immediately - bam! Before you kick the ball, you feel like you're 200 kilos. Then the ball leaves your foot, goes through the air and ripples the net. And for that moment, you're weightless.

confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.

I say to myself that I mustn't let myself be cut off in there, and yet the moment I enter my bag is taken out of my hand, I'm pushed in, shepherded, nursed and above all cut off, alone. Whitehall envelops me.

Looking at the ball going over the fence isn't going to help.

To sit here at the same table with my hero, George W. Bush...I feel like I'm dreaming. Somebody pinch me. You now what, I'm a pretty sound sleeper, that may not be enough...Somebody shoot me in the face.

Winning has a joy and discrete purity to it that cannot be replaced by anything else.

There is probably no moment more appalling than that in which the tongue comes suddenly upon the ragged edge of a space from which the old familiar filling has disappeared.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.

I’ve heard the expression climbing walls, but I never thought I’d experience it, let alone like that,” she murmured, her mouth curling into what was probably a dreamy smile.

It made our hair stand up in panic fear.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.

The Phillies beat the Cubs today in a doubleheader. That puts another keg in the Cubs' coffin.

Alexia blinked stupidly at the Beta from around the earl’s upper arm. Her heart was doing crazy things, and she still could not locate her kneecaps. She took a deep breath and put some serious attention into tracking them down.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Babe Ruth was the home-run king of his time, but also the strikeout king.