This Is A Place Where Grandmothers Hold

When You're A Sportswriter, You Learn How To Use Your Imagination And To Flex Your Literary Muscle, Because It's The Same Game Played Over And Over Again. There's Nothing Unique Or Marvelous. It's Not An Earthquake, Or A Weird Mass Murder. It's Just The Same Old Game Played Over And Over, And You Have To Bring Out The Personalities. You Have To Drag Them Kicking And Screaming Out Into The Light Of Day, Or You're Not A Good Sportswriter.

It Is Easy To Be Liked When The World Has No Jagged Edges, When Life Is Electric Blankets And Peach Ice Cream. But To Be Beloved, A Man Needs A Dragon.

I Don't Think There's A Difference Between Writing For A Newspaper Or Magazine And Doing A Chapter In A Book.

It Was A Good Moment, The Kind You Would Like To Press Between The Pages Of A Book, Or Hide In Your Sock Drawer, So You Could Touch It Again.

This Is Home And Home Is Not Something You Remember, It Is Something You See Every Day And Every Moment.