
When you reach my age, you understand that you are a player with
skin in the game, no matter what game it is. —
Jerry Weintraub

The Blue Beetle was not a clown car," I said severely. "It was a machine of justice. —
Jim Butcher

Midway between the too soiled ground and the too-sublime vaults, at the level of the air, entering the skin of the role, poetry plays its game. —
Michel Leiris