Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.

One does not know where love will take you.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.

Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood.

Love's action. It isn't talk and it never has been.

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.