If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.

When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.