Tommy Lasorda Quotes

My biggest problem, when I was younger and when things weren't going so well, I was so enthusiastic, so anxious to make things better that I used to get myself in trouble.

I was very immature when I was young, and for me there was no balance. Everything was just all or nothing.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

L.A. runs on optimism, enthusiasm and flattery. I think you can go a little bit crazy. I've heard people say there's a limit to the number of years you can stay in this city without going slightly mad. It's just too damn sunny in every dimension - weather-wise, socially and professionally.

People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.

She has good instincts, but wrong judgments. She'll rue the day.

Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes depressing, if not carcinogenic.

If you want this job too much you may not be any good at it.

I feel like I've always had a quick release.

I got on a high believing everything I would produce was going to sell at the rate I wanted.

Whatever men attempt, they seem driven to overdo. When hopes are soaring, I always repeat to myself that two and two still make four.

We outsmarted ourselves and raised the bar even higher, I think.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

Don't be a Pollyanna!

We die of too much life.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

I want to be like one of those little fainting goats that get scared and then just fall over. I want to go and go and then drop dead in the middle of something I'm loving to do. And if that doesn't happen, if I wind up sitting in a wheelchair, at least I'll have my high heels on.

Despite the warnings of other times, the impetuous and the confident continue their indiscriminate cultivation of weeds at the expense of occasional flowers.

There is a mistaken idea, ancient but still with us, that an overdose of anything from fornication to hot chocolate will teach restraint by the very results of its abuse.

Presumption first blinds a man, then sets him a running.

What selfish seeds I plant along the way, black harvest today.

Some of my music requires an obsessive-compulsive approach and a real embodiment of excessiveness. So I really have to live in that world of overstimulation. Sometimes I think it's like a drug; more is more, and you can never get enough. The older I get, the more I crave that excessive aesthetic. It's never going to satisfy me.

All I can say is that it's amazing what you can accomplish when you're young and foolish.

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.