Chess Is Like War On

When I Used To Go To The Manhattan Chess Club Back In The Fifties, I Met A Lot Of Old-timers There Who Knew Capablanca, Because He Used To Come Around To The Manhattan Club In The Forties - Before He Died In The Early Forties. They Spoke About Capablanca With Awe. I Have Never Seen People Speak About Any Chess Player Like That, Before Or Since.

I Can Remember Times Coming Home From A Chess Club At Four In The Morning When I Was Half Asleep And Half Dead And Forcing Myself To Pray An Hour And Study An Hour. You Know, I Was Half Out Of My Mind-stoned Almost.

All That Matters On The Chessboard Is Good Moves.

As Olafsson Showed Me, White Can Win... It's Hard To Believe. I Stayed Up All Night Analysing, Finally Convicing Myself, And, Incidentally, Learning A Lot About Rook And Pawn Endings In The Process.

I Hate Ready-made Suits, Button-down Collars, And Sports Shirts.