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.

Saints make wonderful grandfathers and lousy husbands.

I'd be a conservative if I'd never met any. They're selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.

We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game.

Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real.

Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.