I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

What in life can love not penetrate?

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.

I find interesting characters or lessons that resonate with people and sometimes I write about them in the sports pages, sometimes I write them in a column, sometimes in a novel, sometimes a play or sometimes in nonfiction. But at the core I always say to myself, 'Is there a story here? Is this something people want to read?'

Mankind is connected in ways it does not understand - even in dreams.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.