Athlete Quote by Eddie the Eagle

I was the best ski jumper in the United Kingdom.

— Eddie the Eagle

I want to prove to the skeptics that I'm not a clown. I'm very serious about what I do. I want to be a…

— Eddie the Eagle

“She brought the tea into the living room on a lacquered tray. The pot and cups were Japanese with unglazed rims. She poured. "Thanks," I said. "Well?" "Huh?" "Your family," she reminded. I sipped the tea. "This is really good. Really delicious." She raised her eyebrows. "That's what I thought. You're a good listener, Davy, and you can change the subject on a dime. You've hardly talked about yourself at all." "I talk... too much." "You talk about books, you talk about plays, you talk about movies, you talk about places, you talk about food, you talk about current events. You don't talk about yourself." I opened my mouth, then shut it again. I hadn't really thought about it. Sure, I didn't talk about the jumping, but the rest? "Well, there's not much to say. Not like those stories of growing up with four brothers." She smiled. "It's not going to work. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But I'm not going to be distracted again, nor fooled into talking about those idiots again." She poured more tea into my cup. I frowned. "Do I really do that?" "What? Not talk about yourself? Yes." "No, try and distract you." She stared at me. "You are fucking amazing. I've never seen someone so good at changing the subject." "I don't do it on purpose." She laughed. ”

— Steven Gould

She looks like a jumper to me. Jumpers do that a lot, stand on the edge and stare out. Never kill yourself in a…

— Maureen Johnson

I think of myself as a time-jumper.

— Justin Gatlin

My on-the-court game was ordinary. I had a jumper but needed screens. I could go right but not left.

— Marv Albert

Most of my game is not really based on explosiveness, but I've gotta have a little lift on my jumper.

— Dirk Nowitzki

LaMarcus Aldridge, his midrange game, his turnaround jumper is awesome.

— Pascal Siakam

“Matar slowly approached the coffee and picked it up carefully, like it might bite him. He removed the lid and sniffed. "It's not poisoned," I said. "What are you? You conjure things from nowhere." "Perhaps I'm an afrit, a genie. Perhaps I'm an angel." Cox watched this exchange with interest. "Perhaps you are Shaitan," said Matar. I raised my eyebrows and Cox obligingly said, "Satan." I smiled a smile that didn't touch my eyes. The blood drained from Matar's face. "Perhaps," I said. "Welcome to hell.”

— Steven Gould

Anybody who can do anything in Leicester but make a jumper has got to be a genius.

— Brian Clough

Once I start shooting that jumper, I feel like I will be one of those guys that is hard to stop.

— Ben Simmons

In fashion design, you can divide people into two groups. You have people who come with an aesthetic that is there forever, even if…

— Raf Simons

NBA's spacing's really helped. Teams gotta really respect my jumper.

— Kyle Kuzma

“I told her about my revenge on Topper the attempted rapist and the guy at the transient's hotel in Brooklyn, and, finally, I told her about stealing the money. "You did what?" She sat straight up in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "Shhh." Other diners were staring at us, frozen in silent tableau, some with forks or spoons halfway to mouth. Millie was blinking her eyes rapidly. Much quieter, she said, "You robbed a bank?" "Shhh." My ears were burning. "Don't make a scene." "Don't shush me! I didn't rob a bank." Fortunately she whispered it. The waiter walked up then and took our drink order. Millie ordered a vodka martini. I asked for a glass of white wine. I didn't know if it would help, but I figured it couldn't hurt. "A million dollars?" she said, after the waiter left. "Well, almost." "How much of it is left?" "Why?" She blushed. "Curiosity. I must look like a proper little gold digger." "About eight hundred thousand." "Dollars!" The man at the next table spilled his water. "Christ, Millie. You want me to leave you here? You're fifteen hundred miles away from home you know.”

— Steven Gould

I wanted a jumper. After all, in Shetland you are in the land of the Fair Isle sweater. But then everyone said to avoid…

— Douglas Henshall