Robert Lorenz Quotes

Everybody's twelve years old in an apple orchard.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

Baseball represents family. It represents my childhood.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

You go back. You search for what made you happy when you were smaller. We are all grown up children, really... So one should go back and search for what was loved and found to be real.

I love kids. I was a kid myself, once.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

When I was young, it was fun being in the locker room and shagging balls in the outfield in spring training. But I couldn't keep my attention on the games for more than 30 minutes. I would sit there with my Game Boy the whole game.

Donning a glove for a backyard toss, or watching a ball game, or just reflecting upon our baseball days, we are players again, forever young.

I've always reverted to a sense of childhood, just in everyday life.

As a kid, before I could play music, I remember baseball being the one thing that could always make me happy.

We were just a gaggle of kids, and everybody played together and had a good time. You know how kids can be completely horrible - abusive but fun. But anyway, it was a nice childhood.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

When you're young you have no worries, no drama, only your imagination. It's the best!

I remember being with my mum eating marmalade on toast watching 'Inspector Gadget,' 'Sharky and George,' 'The Pink Panther,' and 'Thundercats,' stuff like that. Those were the days - no idea how brutal the world is.

My memories from childhood always involve a football.

With my mom and dad around, I became a child yet again.

Do you know what I think of when I remember him? I think: He was such a kid. He taught me how to swim when I was 4 and how to ride a bike. So when I think of Martin Luther King, I think of laughter. I think of the play and the fun.

There was a lot of beauty in my childhoood.

That's one of the great gifts of this, the greatest of all games, baseball: it allows you, still, to lose yourself in a dream, to feel and remember a season of life when summer never seemed to die and the assault of cynicism hadn't begun to batter optimism.

I still think I'm playing back home in the street in my town with my mates. That's why I love the game, and mostly, I don't pay too much attention to social media or look at stuff that's out there.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

Let's say I hope that I appeal to the more carefree times in a person's life rather than to his reasoning adulthood. I'd just like to be an image that reminds someone of joy rather than of the problems of the world.