Quotes About Game

My favorite part of the game is the opportunity to play.

Do you know what my favorite part of the game is? The opportunity to play.

Warren Spector is amazing, and his team is as good as any in the business. Shame to see all the revenues from their game entangled with all the madness of the Dallas office.

I was not extremely patriotic about Mother Russia. I played their game, pretending. You have to deal with, you know, party people, KGB. Horrifying.

Of course, errors are not good for a chess game, but errors are unavoidable and in any case, a game without errors, or as they say 'flawless game' is colorless.

His Presbyterian minster father had believed in a divine design, and Mozasu believed that life was like this game where the player could adjust the dials yet also expect the uncertainty of factors he couldn't control. He understood why his customers wanted to play something that looked fixed but which also left room for randomness and hope.

Etsuko had failed in this important way—she had not taught her children to hope, to believe in the perhaps-absurd possibility that they might win. Pachinko was a foolish game, but life was not.

His Presbyterian minister father had believed in a divine design, and Mozasu believed that life was like this game where the player could adjust the dials yet also expect the uncertainty of factors he couldn't control. He understood why his customers wanted to play something that looked fixed but which also left room for randomness and hope.

And yet we played on, because we had hope that we might be the lucky ones. How could you get angry at the ones who wanted to be in the game? Etsuko had failed in this important way - she had not taught her children to hope, to believe in the perhaps-absurd possibility that they might win. Pachinko was a foolish game, but life was not.

Every morning, Mozasu and his men tinkered with the machines to fix the outcomes - there could only be a few winners and a lot of losers. And yet we played on, because we had hope that we might be the lucky ones. How could you get angry at the ones who wanted to be in the game? …Pachinko was a foolish game, but life was not.

For me, the pachinko business and the game itself serve as metaphors for the history of Koreans in Japan—a people caught in seemingly random global conflicts—as they win, lose, and struggle for their place and for their lives.

Every morning, Mozasu and his men tinkered with the machines to fix the outcomes—there could only be a few winners and a lot of losers. And yet we played on, because we had hope that we might be the lucky ones. How could you get angry at the ones who wanted to be in the game?

Mozasu era convinto che la vita fosse più simile al pachinko, nel quale anche il caso aveva un ruolo importante.

Every morning, Mozasu and his men tinkered with the machines to fix the outcomes – there could only be a few winners and a lot of losers. And yet we played on, because we had hope that we might be the lucky ones. How could you get angry at the ones who wanted to be in the game? Etsuko had failed in this important way – she had not taught her children to hope, to believe in the perhaps absurd possibility that they might win. Pachinko was a foolish game, but life was not.

and Mozasu believed that life was like this game where the player could adjust the dials yet also expect uncertainty of factors he couldn't control. He understood why his customers wanted to play something that looked fixed but which also left room for randomness and hope.

maximin, and it is the very least that A can be sure of getting. In this game, if A plays "Favor X," "Favor Y," and "Dodge Issue," these minimum values would be 10, 45 and 10,

The game leads to the logical conclusion of the cyclical nature. From one play mentality of manipulation of populism to another. All modes change as the design and graphics of the game reality change.

The lawyer manipulates the laws so it seems that there are no laws. This is a chess game of emotions and revelations. It seems that there is no morality from this in the laws.

The good guys can't play this hard game of love. It is only for adventurous souls.

To the angel of death, we are all like chess pieces on the chessboard.

Go play your favorite game." Feeling the hum of anticipation in his belly, Andrew gave his alpha an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you mean." Hawke pointed a finger at him. "I want my calm, collected lieutenant back by the end of the week, or I'm packing you in a box and shipping you to fucking Siberia." Andrew grinned. "I hear it's nice there this time of year.

Teasing an archangel can be a dangerous game. -Not for me.- Elena said smugly, leaning her head against his shoulder.- Not when that archangel is the ridiculously beautiful Archangel of New York. -Ridiculously beautiful? - Those eyes, that hair, those bones- she shook her head- I mean, it's not fair to every other man on the planet. -And why are you thinking about other men?

even if he had to coax her kiss by slow kiss. Cats were good at coaxing. It was only a more sensual aspect of their favorite game—stalking.

You wanted to play, baby." Soft words that had her freezing in place. "So we'll play.