Peter Lines is an English professional snooker player from Leeds. He practices at the Northern Snooker Centre in Leeds.
He qualified for the World Championship in 1998, compiling a magnificent 141 total clearance in the process (the highest break by a debutant) before losing 10–3 to John Parrott in Round One. His best run in a ranking event was in the 1999 China International, where he beat John Higgins 5–1 and Peter Ebdon 5–4 before losing 4–5 to Brian Morgan in the Quarter-Final.
He qualified to return to the Main Tour for the 2008/2009 season by finishing ranked second on the 2007/2008 Pontins International Open Series. He had a solid season, winning his opening match in every event. He also won a Pontins Pro-Am event at Prestatyn.
In December 2009, he qualified for the UK Championship 2009 after beating Nigel Bond 9–6 in the final (4th) qualifying round. He beat Marco Fu 9–3 in Round One and Mark Williams 9–8 in the Last 16. He faced Stephen Maguire in the Quarter-Final but lost 5–9.
Lines qualified for the 2011 UK Championship by defeating Ken Doherty 6-5 in round 4 of qualifying. He played Martin Gould in the last 32 and was beaten 6-2.
Lines qualified for the 2013 German Masters by defeating John Higgins 5-3 in round 4 of qualifying. He played Ken Doherty in the last 32 and won 5-3, before losing 3-5 to Marco Fu in the last 16.
Peter's son Oliver is the current All-England U14 snooker champion.
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—Robert Riskin (1897–1955)
“Wittgenstein imagined that the philosopher was like a therapist whose task was to put problems finally to rest, and to cure us of being bewitched by them. So we are told to stop, to shut off lines of inquiry, not to find things puzzling nor to seek explanations. This is intellectual suicide.”
—Simon Blackburn (b. 1944)