Video Gaming Quotes

“My internal temper tantrum tirade continued: But attracting and holding the interest of someone like Quinn Sullivan will have to go into my box of make believe with the eventual remake of Final Fantasy 7 with Playstation 3 graphics or finding an original, pristine version of Detective Comics No. 27- Batman's debut.”
― Penny Reid, Neanderthal Seeks Human

“The only thing that kept me from wanting to die was the fact that I could leave my body and be in a body that worked perfectly for a while---better than perfectly, actually---with a set of problems that were not my own."
"You couldn't land at the top of a pole, but Mario could."
"Exactly. I could save the princess, even when I could barely get out of bed. So, I do want to be rich and famous. I am, as you know, a bottomless pit of ambition and need. But I also want to make something sweet. Something kids like us would have wanted to play to forget their troubles for a while.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“We have nothing against playing video games; they have many good features and benefits. Our concern is that when they are played to excess, especially in social isolation, they can hinder a young man's ability and interest in developing his face-to-face social skills. Multiple problems, including obesity, violence, anxiety, lower school performance, social phobia and shyness, greater impulsivity and depression, have all been associated with excessive gaming. The variety and intensity of video game action makes other parts of life, like school, seem comparatively boring, and that creates a problem with their academic performance, which in turn might require medication to deal with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), which then leads to other problems down the road in a disastrous negative cycle...”
― Philip G. Zimbardo, Man, Interrupted: Why Young Men are Struggling & What We Can Do About It

“Farfar had the Wii already fired up when I stepped out of the bathroom from my shower, the menu music from Mario Kart blaring from the living room TV. Koopa---the cat, not the character---was curled up on Farfar's lap in his spot at the end of the couch. One hand held his beer on top of his stomach, the other ran through Koopa's gray fur, both of their eyes closed in bliss.
I sank into the other end of the couch and grabbed my controller.
"All cleaned up and ready for your whooping?" he asked, pronouncing it, like always, with long OOs, like the crane. He raised his beer to his lips with his eyes still closed. This was probably number two already.
"Not tonight, old man. I'm in the zone, and you're looking tired."
His eyes were open then, a smirk on his face, and he produced his special blue remote---the best Lillajul gifts I'd ever gotten him---from the cushion beside him.
"Do you need to ease in with Mushroom Gorge, or are you ready to play for real?"
"I'm ready for any course you want," I said, smirking back.
He just chuckled---without the jollity he gave the guys outside C of C, I noticed---went straight to Rainbow Road, and promptly destroyed me.
Afterward, sinking back into the couch with a third beer and a number of victories under his belt, he let out a long sigh.
"You did good today, Gubben."
I smiled.
"I'm picking a new character.”
― Jared Reck, Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love

“Okay, Gubben, this time you have to pick your least-favorite character with your least-favorite vehicle."
I picked Peach, to which he raised his eyebrows.
"You hate Peach, Gubben? Seems a little...misogynistic."
"What are you talking about? Princess Peach is a horrible representation of women---how many times does she wait for Mario to save her?" I realized I sounded a little like Lou. You know, if Lou's rants ever extended into classic Nintendo characters.
Farfar picked Toad.
"Seems a little... mycogynistic, doesn't it?"
He just chuckled. "Stupid mushrooms."
I picked the Super Blooper for Peach, Farfar picked the Booster Seat for Toad, and we spent the next hour laughing and yelling disparaging things at the screen.”
― Jared Reck, Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love