Nothing is boring exept to people who aren't really paying attention.

[My dad] didn't do much apart from the traditional winning of bread. He didn't take me to get my hair cut or my teeth cleaned; he didn't make the appointments. He didn't shop for my clothes. He didn't make my breakfast, lunch, or dinner. My mom did all of those things, and nobody ever told her when she did them that it made her a good mother.

A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises.

For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong.

The fundamental truth: a baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence of a summer day.