The simple beauty of August's words struck me profoundly. The lines just seemed to have a life of their own leading me along as I read it.

Tears are words the heart can't express

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.

[Quotable:] The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come. ... Field of Dreams

If life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, lets all get wasted and have the time of our lives.

What if we do go to some other planet, discover it has life, and then not be able to get the baby snakes, or whatever they are, deathworms probably, out of the capsule, and then rather than sacrificing themselves and not coming back, the astronauts bring back the ultimate in irritating apartment pests. In 2106, people will be complaining about having deathworms in their bread.