We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.

But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

Sometimes you know the story. Sometimes you make it up as you go along and have no idea how it will come out.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.