Such beauty, he thought, was too perfect to have come about by mere chance. That day in the center of the Pacific was, to him, a gift crafted deliberately, compassionately, for him and Phil. Joyful and grateful in the midst of slow dying, the two men bathed in that day until sunset brought is, and their time in the doldrums, to an end.

I just thought I was empty and now I'm being filled...and I just wanted to keep being filled.

I had been writing professionally since 1988

Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen.

In 1938... the year's #1 newsmaker was not FDR, Hitler, or Mussolini. Nor was it Lou Gehrig or Clark Gable. The subject of the most newspaper column inches in 1938 wasn't even a person. It was an undersized, crooked-legged racehorse named Seabiscuit.

For 'Seabiscuit,' I interviewed 100 people I never met.

Books on horse racing subjects have never done well, and I am told that publishers had come to think of them as the literary version of box office poison