In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.
... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.
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.
All life connects ... Nothing happens that is meaningless.
The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.