Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Writing is very much like bricklaying. You learn to put one brick on top of another and spread the mortar so thick. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
It was an ideal day for football - too cold for the spectators and too cold for the players. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
In entertainment value, the Democratic clambake usually lays it over the Republican conclave like ice cream over parsnips. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Unlike the normal pattern, I know I have grown more liberal as I've grown older. I have become more convinced that there is room… — Red Smith Copy Share Image
As a ballplayer, (Dizzy) Dean was a natural phenomenon, like the Grand Canyon or the Great Barrier Reef. Nobody ever taught him baseball and… — Red Smith Copy Share Image
I have known writers who paid no damned attention whatever to the rules of grammar and rhetoric and somehow made the language behave for… — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Ninety feet between the bases is the nearest thing to perfection that man has yet achieved. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
Any sportswriter who thinks the world is no bigger than the outfield fence in not only a bad citizen, but also a lousy sportswriter. — Red Smith Copy Share Image
“Writing is easy. All you have to do is sit down at the typewriter, cut open a vein, and bleed.” — Red Smith Copy Share Image
