Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

The University of South Carolina has always played a role in my life and the intellectual life of South Carolina.

Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry.

Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.

My mother raised me to be a writer.

I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.

I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.