No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.

My mother raised me to be a writer.

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

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.

Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry.

I was born to be a point guard, but not a very good one.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.