“I'm the master of the wicket!”
“The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run. He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.”
“What a world, what a world. Who would have thought that. some little girl like you could. destroy my beautiful wickedness.- Wicket Witch of the West”
“I am called a great swordsman because I invented a lethal style; but who is greater, the creator of a killing form—or the master of the classic form?""I'm very flattered that you would consider me a master but really—""Not a master. The master.”
“I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.”
“I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.”