“The rain washed away my pitcher's mound... I'm a pitcher without a mound... I'm a lost soul... I'm like a politician out of office.""Or a sailor without an ocean...""Or a boy without a girl...”
“Without Pegi, I'm an island without an ocean”
“I play my position, heart held behind my back-- I'm the pitcher.. sometimes I throw them no hitters..”
“I think I know what's wrong with you... Walk up onto that pitcher's mound... Does your stomach hurt now?""Yes! Ow! Ooo! Yes!""All right, now come down off the mound... There... Has it stopped hurting?""Yes... Yes, I think it has!""There's your trouble... Five cents, please!”
“I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.”
“I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?”