The World Series is played in my doubtless too-nostalgic imagination in some kind of autumn afternoon light, and seeing it exclusively in the bitter chill of midnight breaks the spell of even the best of games.

I think I'm more intensely opinionated when I speak; more agreeably balanced when I write.

I don't think there's any question journalists have become targets, but then I think that - that anyone who tries to practice liberty becomes a target of fanatics.

After all, spinning is its own reward. There wouldn't be carousels if it weren't so.

I think that we're always drawn - particularly sophisticated people - are always drawn to the idea of simplicity.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.

For me, the beauty of the blank page, or empty screen,staring up at nine thirty after two cups of coffee and a deep breath remains unique. The blankness invites scribbling on, mental drawing , and the best feeling I know - apart from the more obvious sensual ones - is the feeling of putting down the first thought and seeing it turn into symbols. Making an idea into an emotion.