Quotes About Billiards

Nature, it seems, is the popular name for milliards and milliards and milliards of particles playing their infinite game of billiards and billiards and billiards.

There was one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole.

I read of one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole. Killed ten billion people.

The only advantage he could see in the change was that he had a small desk in his room; his capacity for isolation was thereby increased. But none of this changed his life very much. He continued his games of billiards and his reading. And was periodically overwhelmed by abominable fits of despair from which he was abruptly extricated by a ridiculous but stubborn optimism, an absurd love of life.

..."And then we played Ping-Pong—" "Not pool? I always assumed he was a billiards man—I mean, it's so handy the way he keeps a stick up his—

I love various sports, including basketball, tennis and billiards.

I love to play pool.

His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting.

I love various sports, including basketball, tennis and billiards.

Michael Berry wrote a paper called Regular and Irregular Motion. He determined the predictability of the path of a struck billiards ball. The path after the first impact is easy to determine with basic geometry. The second path is a bit harder, but still relatively easy. By the 9th impact Berry determined that the gravitational pull of a person standing next to the table had enough of an influence on the ball path that it was necessary to be included in the calculations.

From what I've heard, the Gold Crown is kind of in a class by itself. The other players tell me it's superbly run and promoted. The money is kind of nice, too.

Gleason used to rack balls for me when he was a kid in Brooklyn and in Long Island.

Miniature golf, like billiards, is a game of angles. And, like billiards, most of the fun is in pretending you know what the hell you're doing. The worse you do, the more you have to laugh.

Sometimes . . . life seems hardly worth living, does it, sir? If it were not for billiards, Sir Barry said, I might consider shooting myself, m'boy.

Once-dominant games like straight pool and three-cushion billiards have lost ground to eight-ball - the game of choice for millions of tavern league players - and nine-ball, the preeminent tournament game.

I invented every shot that has ever been played.

I've played 8-ball in Hong Kong and I'm more knowledgeable with that than 9-ball.

Drama is played at the pace of chess... or billiards... or poker. Engrossing? Sure. But comedy is played at the jubilant, high-octane speed of sports like basketball or hockey.

To apply spin with security, you must learn to make a snug bridge with your forefinger looped over the cue. When you hit the cueball, follow straight through; don't let your cue rise in the air after impact.

For howsoever bad the devil can be in fustian or smock-frock (and he can be very bad in both), he is a more designing, callous, and intolerable devil when he sticks a pin in his shirt-front, calls himself a gentleman, backs a card or colour, plays a game or so of billiards, and knows a little about bills and promissory notes, than in any other form he wears.

Golf. A golf man. Is my tone communicating the contempt? Billiards on a big table, Jim. A bodiless game of spasmodic flailing and flying sod. A quote unquote sport. Anal rage and checkered berets.

And then we played Ping-Pong—" "Not pool? I always assumed he was a billiards man—I mean, it's so handy the way he keeps a stick up his—

A game is great, in my view, only if it can be played happily by a sane person of at least average intelligence for several hours a day for fifty years. Both pool and billiards qualify.

Something about the fraternal atmosphere of a billiards hall reassured the soul. The isolated pool of light over a table of green felt was an indoor hydroponic zone where what grew was the prickly plant of masculine emotion, too sensitive for sunlight and fresh air.