When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

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?'

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it's all an accident.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.