Greg Quintana

“You got more than drunk. You lost your head.” Bert was pushing now, in a kind of delicate, controlled way. “Some people lose their heads cold sober. Cards, dice, pool; it makes no difference. You want to make a living that way, you want to be a winner, you got to keep your head. And you got to remember that there’s a loser somewhere in you, whining at you, and you got to learn”
― Walter Tevis, The Hustler

“Then Bert said, “Eddie, I don’t think there’s a pool player living that shoots better straight pool than I saw you shoot last week at Bennington’s.” He pushed the rest of the potato chip past his thin lips, into the pretty teeth. “You got a talent.” This was pleasant to hear, even in its context. Eddie had hardly been aware of how impoverished his vanity was. But he tried to make his tone of voice wry. “So I got a talent,” he said. “Then what beat me?” Bert pulled another potato chip from the bag, offered him one, and then said, his voice now offhand, casual, “Character.”
― Walter Tevis, The Hustler

“Everyone hurries his life on and suffers from a yearning for the future and a weariness of the present. But he who bestows all of his time on his own needs, who plans out every day as if it were his last, neither longs for nor fears the morrow.”
― Seneca, On the Shortness of Life: Life Is Long if You Know How to Use It

“When you hustle you keep score real simple. After the game is over you count your money. That’s the way you find out who was best. The only way.”
― Walter Tevis, The Hustler