If I'm writing, I'll say something metaphorical or approximate, whereas scientists are very precise.

The greatest realities are physical and economic, all the subtleties of life come afterward.

The despairing soul is a rebel.

Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.

The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.

A writer’s life is in his work, and that is the place to find him.

There are boxers possessed of such remarkable intuition, such uncanny prescience, one would think they were somehow recalling their fights, not fighting them as we watch.