If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me.
A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry.