Cover a war in a place where you can't drink beer or talk to a woman? Hell no!

I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.

I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

The first time I managed to pick up a basketball I knew I was destined to lead the UK to another National championship. ... Even now, so many years later, I still believe Kentucky will go undefeated in March & win everything.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.